Mary's love to all of you; I wouldn't let her write.
Dear Wordsworth, -- "Mr. H. " came out last night, and failed. I had many fears; the subject was not substantial enough. John Bull must have solider fare than a _letter_. We are pretty stout about it; have had plenty of condoling friends; but, after all, we had rather it should have succeeded. You will see the prologue in most of the morning papers. It was received with such shouts as I never witnessed to a prologue. It was attempted to be encored. How hard! a thing I did merely as a task, because it was wanted, and set no great store by; and "Mr. H. "! The quantity of friends we had in the house -- my brother and I being in public offices, etc. -- was astonishing; but they yielded at last to a few hisses.
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