DEAR Wordsworth—We got the six pounds safe in your sister’s letters—are pleased, you may be sure, with the good news of Mrs. W.—hope all is well over by this time. “A fine boy!—have you any more? one more and a girl—poor copies of me” vide Mr. H. a farce which the Proprietors have done me the honor—but I will set down Mr. Wroughton’s own words. N.B. the ensuing letter was sent in answer to one which I wrote begging to know if my piece had any chance, as I might make alterations, &c. I writing on the Monday, there comes this letter on the Wednesday. Attend.
Sir, Your Piece of Mr. H—I am desired to say, is accepted at Drury Lane Theatre, by the Proprietors, and, if agreeable to you, will be brought forwards when the proper opportunity serves—the Piece shall be sent to you for your Alterations in the course of a few days, as the same is not in my Hands but with the Proprietors.
On the following Sunday Mr. Tobin comes. The scent of a manager’s letter brought him. He would have gone further any day on such a business. I read the letter to him. He deems it authentic and peremptory. Our conversation naturally fell upon pieces—different sorts of pieces—what is the best way of offering a piece—how far the caprice of managers is an obstacle in the way of a piece—how to judge of the merits of a piece—how long a piece may remain in the hands of the managers before it is acted—and my piece—and your piece—and my poor brother’s piece—my poor brother was all his life endeavouring to get a piece accepted—
I am not sure that when my
poor Brother bequeathed the care of his pieces to Mr. James Tobin he did not therein convey a
legacy which in some measure mollified the otherwise first stupefactions of
grief. It can’t be expected that the present Earl Nelson passes all his time in watering the laurels of the
Admiral with Right Reverend Tears.
Certainly he steals a fine day now and then to plot how to lay out the grounds
and mansion at Burnham most
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MR. H. I wrote that in mere wantonness of triumph. Have nothing more to say about it. The Managers I thank my stars have decided its merits for ever. They are the best judges of pieces, and it would be insensible in me to affect a false modesty after the very flattering letter which I have received and the ample—
I think this will be as good a pattern for Orders as I can think on. A little thin flowery border round, neat not gaudy, and the Drury Lane Apollo with the harp at the top. Or shall I have no Apollo?—simply nothing? Or perhaps the Comic Muse?
The same form, only I think without the Apollo, will serve for the pit and galleries. I think it will be best to write my name at full length; but then if I give away a great many, that will be tedious. Perhaps Ch. Lamb will do. BOXES now I think on it I’ll have in Capitals. The rest in a neat Italian hand. Or better perhaps, Boxes, in old English character, like Madoc or Thalaba?
I suppose you know poor Mountague has lost his wife. That has been the reason for my sending off all we have got of yours separately. I thought it a bad time to trouble him. The Tea 25 lb. in 5 5 lb. Papers, two sheets to each, with the chocolate which we were afraid Mrs. W. would want, comes in one Box and the Hats in a small one. I booked them off last night by the Kendal waggon. There comes with this letter (no, it comes a day or two earlier) a Letter for you from the Doctor at Malta, about Coleridge, just received. Nothing of certainty, you see, only that he is not at Malta. We supt with the Clarksons one night—Mrs. Clarkson pretty well. Mr. C. somewhat fidgety, but a good man. The Baby has been on a visit to Mrs. Charlotte Smith, Novellist-and morals-trainer, but is returned. [A short passage omitted here.]
Mary is just stuck fast in All’s Well that Ends Well.
She complains of having to set forth so many female characters in boy’s
clothes. She begins to think Shakspear
must have wanted Imagination. I to encourage her, for she often faints in the
prosecution of her great work, flatter her with telling her how well such a
play and such a play is done. But she is stuck fast and I have been obliged to
promise to assist her. To do this it will be necessary to leave off Tobacco.
But I had some thoughts of doing that before,
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