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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Thomas Manning, [5 April 1800]
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[p.m. April 5, 1800.]

C. L.’s moral sense presents her compliments to Doctor Manning, is very thankful for his medical advice, but is happy to add that her disorder has died of itself.

Dr. Manning, Coleridge has left us, to go into the north, on a visit to his god Wordsworth. With him have flown all my splendid prospects of engagement with the “Morning Post,” all my visionary guineas, the deceitful wages of unborn scandal. In truth, I wonder
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you took it up so seriously. All my intention was but to make a little sport with such public and fair game as
Mr. Pitt, Mr. Wilberforce, Mrs. Fitzherbert, the Devil, &c.—gentry dipped in Styx all over, whom no paper javelin-lings can touch. To have made free with these cattle, where was the harm? ’twould have been but giving a polish to lampblack, not nigrifying a negro primarily. After all, I cannot but regret my involuntary virtue. Damn virtue that’s thrust upon us; it behaves itself with such constraint, till conscience opens the window and lets out the goose.

I had struck off two imitations of Burton, quite abstracted from any modern allusions, which it was my intent only to lug in from time to time to make ’em popular. Stuart has got these, with an introductory letter; but, not hearing from him, I have ceased from my labours, but I write to him to-day to get a final answer. I am afraid they won’t do for a paper. Burton is a scarce gentleman, not much known; else I had done ’em pretty well.

I have also hit off a few lines in the name of Burton, being a conceit of “Diabolic Possession.” Burton was a man often assoiled by deepest melancholy, and at other times much given to laughing and jesting, as is the way with melancholy men. I will send them you: they were almost extempore, and no great things; but you will indulge them. Robert Lloyd is come to town. He is a good fellow, with the best heart, but his feelings are shockingly unsane. Priscilla meditates going to see Pizarro at Drury Lane to-night (from her uncle’s) under cover of coming to dine with me . . . heu! tempora! heu! mores!—I have barely time to finish, as I expect her and Robin every minute.—Yours as usual.

C. L.