The Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey
        Robert Southey to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 4 August 1802
        
        
          
        
        
          
        
       
      
      
      
      
     
     
    
    
    
     “In reply to your letter there are so many things to be
                                    said that I know not where to begin. First and foremost, then, about Keswick,
                                    and the pros and cons for domesticating there. To live cheap,—to save the
                                    crushing expense of furnishing a house;—sound, good, mercantile motives!
                                    Then come the ghosts of old Skiddaw and Great Robinson;—the whole
                                    eye-wantonness of lakes and mountains,—and a host of other feelings,
                                    which eight years have modified and moulded, but which have rooted like oaks,
                                    the stronger for their shaking. But then your horrid latitude! and incessant
                                    rains! . . . . and I myself one of your greenhouse plants, pining for want of
                                    sun. For Edith, her mind’s eyes
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 squinting about it; she wants to go, and she is
                                    afraid for my health. . . . . Some time hence I must return to Portugal, to
                                    complete and correct my materials and outlines: whenever that may be, there
                                    will be a hindrance and a loss in disposing of furniture, supposing I had it.
                                    Now, I am supposing that this I should find at Keswick, and this preponderance
                                    would fall like a ton weight in the scale. . . . . As to your Essays, &c.
                                    &c., you spawn plans like a herring; I only wish as many of the seed were
                                    to vivify in proportion. . . . . Your Essays on Contemporaries I am not much
                                    afraid of the imprudence of, because I have no expectation that they will ever
                                    be written; but if you were to write, the scheme projected upon the old poets
                                    would be a better scheme, because more certain of sale, and in the execution
                                    nothing invidious. Besides, your sentence would fall with greater weight upon
                                    the dead: however impartial you may be, those who do not read your books will
                                    think your opinion the result of your personal attachments, and that very
                                    belief will prevent numbers from reading it. Again, there are some of these
                                    living poets to whom you could not fail of giving serious pain; Hayley, in particular,—and everything
                                    about that man is good except his poetry. Bloomfield I saw in London, and an interesting man he
                                    is—even more than you would expect. I have reviewed his Poems with the express object of serving
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 to another volume, he
                                    will have made money enough to support him comfortably in the country: but in a
                                    work of criticism how could you bring him to the touchstone? and to lessen his
                                    reputation is to mar his fortune. 
    
     “We shall probably agree altogether some day upon
                                        Wordsworth’s Lyrical Poems. Does he not
                                    associate more feeling with particular phrases, and you also with him, than
                                    those phrases can convey to any one else? This I suspect. Who would part with a
                                    ring of a dead friend’s hair? and yet a jeweller will give for it only
                                    the value of the gold: and so must words pass for their current value. 
    
     “. . . . . I saw a number of notorious people after you
                                    left London. Mrs. Inchbald,—an odd
                                    woman, but I like her. Campbell . . . .
                                    who spoke of old Scotch ballads with contempt! Fuseli . . . . Flaxman,
                                    whose touch is better than his feeling, Bowles . . . . Walter
                                        Whiter, who wanted to convert me to believe in Rowley. Perkins, the Tractorist*, a demure-looking rogue. Dr. Busby,—oh! what a Dr.
                                        Busby!—the great musician! the greater than Handel! who is to be the husband of
                                        St. Cecilia in his seraph state, . . . . and he set at
                                    me with a dead compliment! Lastly, Barry, the painter: poor fellow! he is too mad and too miserable to
                                    laugh at. 
    
     “. . . . . Heber
                                    sent certain volumes of Thomas Aquinas
                                    to your London lodgings, where peradventure they 
  * This alludes to Perkins’s magnetic Tractors.
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 still remain. I have one volume of the old Jockey,
                                    containing quaint things about angels; and one of Scotus Erigena; but if there be any pearls in those dunghills,
                                    you must be the cock to scratch them out,—that is not my dunghill. What
                                    think you of thirteen folios of Franciscan history? I am grown a great
                                    Jesuitophilist, and begin to think that they were the most enlightened
                                    personages that ever condescended to look after this ‘little snug farm
                                        of the earth.’ Loyola
                                    himself was a mere friar . . . . . but the missionaries were made of admirable
                                    stuff. There are some important questions arising out of this subject. The
                                    Jesuits have not only succeeded in preaching Christianity where our Methodists,
                                    &c., fail, but where all the other orders of their own church have failed
                                    also; they had the same success every where, in Japan as in Brazil. . . . . My
                                    love to Sara, if
                                    so it must be . . . . however, as it is the casting out of a Spiritus
                                        Asper—which is an evil spirit—for the omen’s
                                    sake. Amen! Tell me some more, as Moses
                                    says, about Keswick, for I am in a humour to be persuaded,—and if I may
                                    keep a jackass there for Edith! I have a
                                    wolfskin great-coat, so hot, that it is impossible to wear it here. Now, is not
                                    that a reason for going where it may be useful? 
    
    
    St. Thomas Aquinas  (1225 c.-1274)  
                  Italian philosopher and saint of the Catholic Church; he was the author of 
Summa theologica (1267-73).
               
 
    James Barry  (1741-1806)  
                  Irish history painter, author, and member of the Royal Academy of Arts whose strong
                        personality made him an unpopular figure.
               
 
    Robert Bloomfield  (1766-1823)  
                  The shoemaker-poet patronized by Capel Lofft; he wrote the very popular 
The Farmer's Boy (1800).
               
 
    William Lisle Bowles  (1762-1850)  
                  English poet and critic; author of 
Fourteen Sonnets, elegiac and
                            descriptive, written during a Tour (1789), editor of the 
Works
                            of Alexander Pope, 10 vols (1806), and writer of pamphlets contributing to the
                        subsequent Pope controversy.
               
 
    Thomas Busby  (1754-1838)  
                  English composer and miscellaneous writer; his translation of Lucretius's 
De rerum natura (1813) attracted ridicule.
               
 
    Thomas Campbell  (1777-1844)  
                  Scottish poet and man of letters; author of 
The Pleasures of Hope
                        (1799), 
Gertrude of Wyoming (1808) and lyric odes. He edited the 
New Monthly Magazine (1821-30).
               
 
    Hartley Coleridge [Old Bachelor]   (1796-1849)  
                  The eldest son of the poet; he was educated at Merton College, Oxford, contributed essays
                        in the 
London Magazine and 
Blackwood's, and
                        published 
Lives of Distinguished Northerns (1832).
               
 
    
    
    John Flaxman  (1755-1826)  
                  English sculptor and draftsman who studied at the Royal Academy and was patronized by
                        William Hayley.
               
 
    Henry Fuseli  (1741-1825)  
                  Anglo-Swiss painter who settled in England in 1764 and became the friend of William
                        Blake.
               
 
    George Frideric Handel  (1685-1759)  
                  German composer who settled in England in 1712 where he composed oratorios, among them
                            
The Messiah, first produced in Dublin in 1742.
               
 
    William Hayley  (1745-1820)  
                  English poet, patron of George Romney, William Cowper, and William Blake. His best-known
                        poem, 
Triumphs of Temper (1781) was several times reprinted. Robert
                        Southey said of him, “everything about that man is good except his poetry.”
               
 
    Richard Heber  (1774-1833)  
                  English book collector, he was the elder half-brother of the poet Reginald Heber and the
                        friend of Walter Scott: member of the Roxburghe Club and MP for Oxford 1821-1826.
               
 
    
    Elizabeth Inchbald  (1753-1821)  
                  English actress and playwright; author of two popular novels, 
A Simple
                            Story (1791) and 
Nature and Art (1796).
               
 
    Benjamin Douglas Perkins  (1774-1810)  
                  The son of Elisha Perkins and Sarah Douglass; educated at Yale, he was a bookseller in
                        New York City and advocate for his father's quack-medicinal “tractors.”
               
 
    Edith Southey  [née Fricker]   (1774-1837)  
                  The daughter of Stephen Fricker, she was the first wife of Robert Southey and the mother
                        of his children; they married in secret in 1795.
               
 
    Walter Whiter  (1758-1832)  
                  Educated at Clare College, Cambridge, he was a clergyman, classical philologist and
                        friend of Richard Porson who published 
A Specimen of a Commentary on
                            Shakspeare (1794).
               
 
    William Wordsworth  (1770-1850)  
                  With Coleridge, author of 
Lyrical Ballads (1798), Wordsworth
                        survived his early unpopularity to succeed Robert Southey as poet laureate in 1843.