despair of producing anything original. The Symposium of Plato seems to me one of the most valuable pieces of all antiquity, whether we consider the intrinsic merit of the composition, or the light which it throws on the inmost state of manners and opinions among the ancient Greeks. I have occupied myself in translating this, and it has excited me to attempt an Essay[1] upon the cause of some differences in sentiment between the Ancients and Moderns, with respect to the subject of the dialogue.
Two things give us pleasure in your last letters. The resumption of[2] Malthus, and the favourable turn of the general election. If Ministers do not find some means, totally inconceivable to me, of plunging the nation in war, do you imagine that they can subsist? Peace is all that a country, in the present state of England, seems to require, to afford it tranquillity and leisure for attempting some remedy; not to the universal evils of all constituted society, but to the peculiar system of misrule under which those evils have been exasperated now. I wish that I had health or spirits that would enable me to enter into public affairs, or that I could find words to express all that I feel and know.
The modern Italians seem a miserable people, without sensibility, or imagination, or understanding. Their outside is polished, and an intercourse with them seems to proceed with much facility, though it ends in nothing, and produces nothing. The women are particularly empty, and though possessed of the same kind of
- ↑ The extant fragment of this essay (never completed) will be found after the Translation of the Symposium in Vol. III.
- ↑ Mrs. Shelley interpolates the words your Answer to. It will be remembered that the renowned work of Malthus on Population derived from one of the Essays in Godwin's Enquirer; and that Godwin published in 1820 a rejoinder, Of Population. See Shelley's remarks on this rejoinder in his Letter to Mr. Gisborne of October 22, 1821.
