He's written a continuation of "Don Juan," from his own adventures.

Did you ever read his lines to Mary?
They're superior to Byron, sir--superior to Byron.' I was glad to hear this from so accomplished a critic as Waggle; for the fact is, I had composed the verses myself for honest Wiggle one day, whom I found at his chambers plunged in thought over a very dirty old-fashioned album, in which he had not as yet written a single word.
'I can't,' says he.

'Sometimes I can write whole cantos, and to-day not a line.

Oh, Snob! such an opportunity! Such a divine creature! She's asked me to write verses for her album, and I can't.' 'Is she rich ?' said I.'I thought you would never marry any but an heiress.' 'Oh, Snob! she's the most accomplished, highly-connected creature!--and I can't get out a line.' 'How will you have it ?' says I.'Hot, with sugar ?' 'Don't, don't! You trample on the most sacred feelings, Snob.

I want something wild and tender,--like Byron.