By this obvious improvement you have entitled yourself to another book.

You must go to Hatchard's and choose.

I think we have nearly exhausted the Epics.
What say you to a little good prose?
Johnson's Hebrides, or Walton's Lives, unless you would like a neat edition of Cowper's poems or Paradise Lost for your own eating?
In any case choose something which you do not possess.

I want you to become a complete Frenchman, that I may give you Racine, the only dramatic poet I know in any modern language that is perfectly pure and good.

I think you have hit off the Ode very well, and I am much obliged to you for the Dedication." The poor little author was already an adept in the traditional modes of requiting a patron.
He had another Maecenas in the person of General Macaulay, who came back from India in 1810.