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PUBLISHED AT THE ENGLISH REPOSITORY OF ARTS, N.o 602,
PRINTED BY DEMANET, RUE DES BOGARDS.
Venice, January, 2, 1818.
JOHN HOBHOUSE, ESQ. A. M. F. R. S.
etc. etc. etc.
MY DEAR HOBHOUSE.
AFTER an interval of eight years between the composition of the first and last cantos of Childe Harold, the conclusion of the poem is about to be submitted to the public. In parting with so old a friend it is not extraordinary that I should recur to one still older and better, -to one who has beheld the birth and death of the other, and to whom I am far more indebted for the social advantages of an enlightened friendship, than-though not ungrateful I can, or could be, to Childe Harold, for any public favour reflected through the poem on the poet,-to one, whom I have known long, and accompanied far, whom I have found wakeful over my sickness and kind in my sorrow, glad in my prosperity and firm in my adversity, true in counsel, and trusty in peril-to a friend often tried and never found wanting,-to yourself.
In so doing, I recur from fiction to truth, and in dedicating to you in its complete, or at least concluded state, a poetical work which is the longest, the most thoughtful and comprehensive of my compositions, I wish to do honour to myself by the record of many years intimacy with a man of learning, of talent, of steadiness, and of honour. It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flattery; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of