Over and over again have I redd [_sic_], the incomparably fine poetry you sent me; and intended that Lady Blessington should partake in the high enjoyment it afforded me.

I had promised her to be at Gore House toward the end of April, but I had not the courage to face all my friends.

However, here I came on Friday evening; and before I went to bed I redd to her ladyship what I promised her.

She was enchanted.

I then requested her to toss aside some stuff of mine, and to make way for it in the next _Book of Beauty_.