331.--To the Hon. Augusta Leigh.

[Wednesday], Sept'r. 15th, 1813.

My dear Augusta,--I joined my friend Scrope about 8, and before eleven we had swallowed six bottles of his burgundy and Claret, which left him very unwell and me rather feverish; we were 'tete a tete'. I remained with him next day and set off last night for London, which I reached at three in the morning. Tonight I shall leave it again, perhaps for Aston or Newstead. I have not yet determined, nor does it much matter. As you perhaps care more on the subject than I do, I will tell you when I know myself.

When my departure is arranged, and I can get this long-evaded pa.s.sage, you will be able to tell me whether I am to expect a visit or not, and I can come for or meet you as you think best. If you write, address to Bennet Street.

Yours very truly,

B.

332.--To John Murray.

Sept. 15, 1813.

Dear Sir,--Will you pray enquire after any ship with a convoy _taking pa.s.sengers_ and get me one if possible? I mean not in a ship of war, but anything that may be _paid_ for. I have a friend and 3 servants --Gibraltar or Minorca--or Zante.

Yours ever,

B.

333.--To James Wedderburn Webster.

Stilton, September 25th, 1813.

My Dear W.,--Thus far can I "report progress," and as a solid token of my remembrance I send you a 'cheese' of 13 lbs. to enable your digestion to go through the race week. It will go to night; pray let your retainers enquire after it. The date of this letter will account for so homely a present. On my arrival in town I will write more on our different concerns. In the mean time I wish you and yours all the gratification on Doncaster you can wish for yourselves. My love to the faithless Nettle [1] (who I dare say is 'wronging' me during my absence), and my best Compliments to all in your house who will receive them.

Ever, dear W., yours truly,

B.

[Footnote 1: A dog given by Webster to Byron. (Note by J. W. W.)]

334.--To Sir James Mackintosh.

Sept. 27, 1813.

Dear Sir James,--I was to have left London on Friday, but will certainly remain a day longer (and believe I _would a year_) to have the honour of meeting you. My best respects to Lady Mackintosh.

Ever your obliged and faithful servant,

BYRON.

335.--To Thomas Moore.

September 27, 1813.