Capitolo 17
to the Mr. Dodsley. Only the day later he writes. "Judging better it to have two
sequences to the arc, and fearing I go off him/it of wish of the Mr. Dodsley, I have ended
another small job from that awkward-entitled piece, 'The Enemies of
Humanity': you/he/she has raced above him to three hundred and fifty lines and the datum
a still odder name, 'An Epistle from the Devil.' To-tomorrow to which I hope
fair transcribes him/it, and sends him/it in Monday."
"The replica of the Mr. Dodsley as soon as you/he/she has received: 'The Mr. Dodsley introduces his
you compliment to the gentleman that the favoured him with the included poem,
what he is returned, as he probably learns the sale of it
don't train him to give some consideration. He doesn't mean to insinuate
a lack of worth in the poem, but rather a lack of attention in the
public.'"
All this you/he/she was sufficiently discouraging, and the record of next day is one
of also worse auspice. The poet thanks Sky that its spirits are not
struck by the refusal of the Mr. Dodsley, and that he is already preparing
another poem for another bookseller, the Mr. Becket. He adds, however: "ME
you are found under the unpleasant necessity of selling or to hock some
of my more useless articles: you/he/she has put accordingly in a paper as
you approximately cost two or three guineas, and, being silver, doesn't greatly have
decreased in their value. The conscientious pawnbroker allowed me--'him
_thought_ him _might'_--mean a guinea for them. I very quickly picked him/it up,
being determined to send them to call very soon, and then, if me later
sought after, you bring them to of the least voracious animal than some kind."
The entrances during the next six weeks continue some same way. Mr.
Becket for which approval was expeditious "Poetic Epistles, with a preface
from the learned Martinus Scriblerus" (he was still harping on the sequence
of the Augustans), it tried anybody more than answer that Dodsley, "'Twas an a lot
beautiful thing, but, gentleman, these small pieces the city doesn't concern." From
May 16 that he had sold his/her wardrobe, it hocked his/her clock, it was in debt to his