Chapter 7

"February 28. 1814.

"There is a youngster, and a clever one, named Reynolds, who has just published a poem called 'Safie,' published by Cawthorne. He is in the most natural and fearful apprehension of the Reviewers; and as you and I both know by experience the effect of such things upon a _young_ mind, I wish you would take his production into dissection, and do it _gently_. _I_ cannot, because it is inscribed to me; but I assure you this is not my motive for wishing him to be tenderly entreated, but because I know the misery at his time of life, of untoward remarks upon first appearance.

"Now for _self_. Pray thank your _cousin_--it is just as it should be, to my liking, and probably _more_ than will suit any one else's. I hope and trust that you are well and well doing. Peace be with you. Ever yours, my dear friend."

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