It came down in a parcel from London the other day.

I know you are fond of queer, wizardlike stories.
It's a volume of poems, 'Lyrical Ballads.' Most of them seem to be twaddling stuff, but the first is in a different style--'The Ancient Mariner' is the title.

I can hardly make head or tail of it as a story, but it's a strange, striking thing.

I'll send it over to you; and there are some other books that you may like to see, Irwine--pamphlets about Antinomianism and Evangelicalism, whatever they may be.

I can't think what the fellow means by sending such things to me.