The Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey
Robert Southey to Walter Savage Landor, 23 April 1809
“I shall send three sections of Kehama to meet you in London; three more
will complete it, and would have so done before this time had all things been
going on well with me. I had a daughter
born on the 27th last month; a few days after the birth her mother was taken
ill, and for some time there was cause of serious alarm. This, God be thanked,
is over. The night before last we had another alarm of the worst kind, though
happily this also is passing away. My little boy went to bed with some slight indications of a trifling
cold. His mother went up as usual to look at him before supper; she thought he
coughed in a strange manner, called me, and I instantly recognised the sound of
the croup. We have a good apothecary within three minutes’ walk, and
luckily he was at home. He immediately confirmed our fears. The child was taken
out of bed and bled in the jugular vein, a blister placed on the throat next
morning, and by these vigorous and timely remedies we hope and trust the
disease is subdued. But what a twelve hours did we pass, knowing the nature of
the disease, and only hoping
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the efficacy of the remedy.
Even now I am far, very far, from being at ease. There is a love which passeth
the love of women, and which is more lightly alarmed than the wakefullest
jealousy.
“Landor, I am
not a stoic at home: I feel as you do about the fall of an old tree; but, O
Christ! what a pang it is to look upon the young shoot and think it will be cut
down. And this is the thought which almost at all times haunts me; it comes
upon me In moments when I know not whether the tears that start are of love or
of bitterness. There is an evil, too. In seeing all things like a poet;
circumstances which would glide over a healthier mind sink into mine; every
thing comes to me with its whole force,—the full meaning of a look, a
gesture, a child’s imperfect speech, I can perceive, and cannot help
perceiving; and thus am I made to remember what I would give the world to
forget.
“Enough, and too much of this. The leaven of anxiety
is working in my whole system; I will try to quiet it by forcing myself to some
other subject.
“What prevented Gebir from being read by the foolish? I
believe the main reason was, that it is too hard for them; more than that, it
was too good. That they should understand its merits was not to be expected;
but they did not find meaning enough upon the surface to make them fancy they
understood it. Why should you not write a poem as good, and more intelligible,
and display the same powers upon a happier subject? Yet certain it is, that
Gebir excited far more attention than you seem to
be aware of. Two manifest imitations have appeared—
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Rough’s Play of the Conspiracy of
Gowrie, and the first part of Sotheby’s Saul. When Gifford published
his Juvenal, one of the
most base attacks that ever
disgraced a literary journal was made upon it in the Critical Review by some one of the heroes of his
Baviad.
Gifford wrote an angry reply, in which he brought forward all
the offences of the Review for many years back; one of those offences was its
praise of Gebir. I laughed when I heard this, guessing pretty
well at the nature of Gifford’s feelings; for I had
been the reviewer of whose partiality he complained. Gebir came to me with a parcel of other poems, which I was to kill
off. I was young in the trade, and reviewed it injudiciously, so that every
body supposed it to be done by some friend of the author. For I analysed the
story; studded it with as many beautiful extracts as they would allow room for;
praised its merits almost up to the height of my feelings, and never thought of
telling the reader that if he went to the book itself he would find any more
difficulty in comprehending it than he found in that abstract. Thus, instead of
serving the poem, I in reality injured it. The world, now-a-days, never
believes praise to be sincere; men are so accustomed to hunt for faults, that
they will not think any person can honestly express unmingled admiration.
“I once passed an evening with Professor Young at Davy’s. The conversation was wholly scientific, and of
course I was a listener. But I have heard the history of Thomas
Young, as he is still called by those who knew him when he was a
Quaker; and
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believe him to be a very able man; generally
speaking, I have little liking for men of science: their pursuits seem to
deaden the imagination, and harden the heart; they are so accustomed to analyse
and anatomise every thing, to understand, or fancy they understand, whatever
comes before them, that they frequently become mere materialists, account for
every thing by mechanism and motion, and would put out of the world all that
makes the world endurable. I do not undervalue their knowledge, nor the utility
of their discoveries; but I do not like the men. My own nature requires
something more than they teach; it pants after things unseen; it exists upon
the hope of that better futurity which all its aspirations promise and seem to
prove.
“God bless you!
Sir Humphry Davy, baronet (1778-1829)
English chemist and physicist, inventor of the safety lamp; in Bristol he knew Cottle,
Wordsworth, Coleridge, and Southey; he was president of the Royal Society (1820).
William Gifford (1756-1826)
Poet, scholar, and editor who began as a shoemaker's apprentice; after Oxford he
published
The Baviad (1794),
The Maeviad
(1795), and
The Satires of Juvenal translated (1802) before becoming
the founding editor of the
Quarterly Review (1809-24).
Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
English poet and man of letters, author of the epic
Gebir (1798)
and
Imaginary Conversations (1824-29). He resided in Italy from 1815
to 1835.
Sir William Rough (1772 c.-1838)
Educated at Wesminster and Trinity College, Cambridge (where he knew Southey and
Coleridge, respectively), he was a poet, barrister, and chief justice of the supreme court
in Ceylon.
William Sotheby (1757-1833)
English man of letters; after Harrow he joined the dragoons, married well, and published
Poems (1790) and became a prolific poet and translator,
prominent in literary society.
Thomas Young (1773-1829)
English physician, naturalist, and Egyptologist; he was foreign secretary to the Royal
Society (1802-09). He was a frequent contributor to the
Quarterly
Review.
The Critical Review, or, Annals of Literature. (1756-1817). Originally conducted by Tobias Smollett, the
Critical Review began
as a rival to the
Monthly Review, begun in 1749. It survived for 144
volumes before falling prey to the more fashionable quarterlies of the nineteenth
century.