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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Edward Moxon, [14 July 1831]

Contents vol. VI
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Contents vol. VII
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List of Letters
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COLLIER’S Book would be right acceptable. And also a sixth vol. just publish’d of Nichols’s Illustrations of the Literary History of 18th Century. I agree with you, and do yet not disagree
W. W., as to H. It rejoyced my heart to read his friendly spirited mention of your publications. It might be a drawback to my pleasure, that he has tried to decry my “Nicky,” but on deliberate re- and reperusal of his censure I cannot in the remotest degree understand what he means to say. He and I used to dispute about Hell Eternities, I taking the affirmative. I love to puzzle atheists, and—parsons. I fancy it runs in his head, that I meant to rivet the idea of a personal devil. Then about the glorious three days! there was never a year or day in my past life, since I was pen-worthy, that I should not have written precisely as I have. Logic and modesty are not among H.’s virtues. Talfourd flatters me upon a poem which “nobody but I could have written,” but which I have neither seen nor heard of—“The Banquet,” or “Banqueting Something,” that has appeared in The Tatler. Know you of it? How capitally the Frenchman has analysed Satan! I was hinder’d, or I was about doing the same thing in English, for him to put into French, as I prosified Hood’s midsummer fairies. The garden of cabbage escap’d him, he turns it into a garden of pot herbs. So local allusions perish in translation. About 8 days before you told me of R.’s interview with the Premier, I, at the desire of Badams, wrote a letter to him (Badams) in the most moving terms setting forth the age, infirmities &c. of Coleridge. This letter was convey’d to [by] B. to his friend Mr. Ellice of the Treasury, Brother in Law to Lord Grey, who immediately pass’d it on [to] Lord Grey, who assured him of immediate relief by a grant on the King’s Bounty, which news E. communicated to B. with a desire to confer with me on the subject, on which I went up to The Treasury (yesterday fortnight) and was received by the Great Man with the utmost cordiality, (shook hands with me coming and going) a fine hearty Gentleman, and, as seeming willing to relieve any anxiety from me, promised me an answer thro’ Badams in 2 or 3 days at furthest. Meantime Gilman’s extraordinary insolent letter comes out in the Times! As to my acquiescing in this strange step, I told Mr. Ellice (who expressly said that the thing was renewable three-yearly) that I considered such a grant as almost equivalent to the lost pension, as from C.’s appearance and the representations of the Gilmans, I scarce could think C.’s life worth 2 years’ purchase. I did not know that the Chancellor had been previously applied to. Well, after seeing Ellice I wrote in the most urgent manner to the Gilmans, insisting on an immediate letter of acknowledgment from Coleridge, or them in his name to Badams, who not knowing C. had come forward so disinterestedly amidst his complicated illnesses and embarrassments, to use up an interest, which he may so well need, in favor of a stranger; and from that day not a letter has B. or even myself,
received from Highgate, unless that publish’d one in the Times is meant as a general answer to all the friends who have stirr’d to do C. service! Poor C. is not to blame, for he is in leading strings.—I particularly wish you would read this part of my note to
Mr. Rogers. Now for home matters—Our next 2 Sundays will be choked up with all the Sugdens. The third will be free, when we hope you will show your sister the way to Enfield and leave her with us for a few days. In the mean while, could you not run down some week day (afternoon, say) and sleep at the Horse Shoe? I want to have my 2d vol. Elias bound Specimen fashion, and to consult you about ’em. Kenney has just assured me that he has just touch’d £100 from the theatre; you are a damn’d fool if you dont exact your Tythe of him, and with that assurance I rest

Your Brother fool
C. L.