The Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey
Robert Southey to Edith Southey, 30 June 1825
“Leyden, Thursday, June 30. 1825.
“My foot is going on as well as possible, and will,
according to all appearances, be completely healed in the course of three or
four days. Having begun with this statement, pour
votre tranquillité as the aubergists at Besançon said at
every word, I have next to tell you that I am quartered at Mr. Bilderdijk’s, where every imaginable
care is taken of me, and every possible kindness shown, and where I have all
the comforts which Leyden can afford.
“How I came here you are now to learn. Upon applying to
Mr. B. to procure a lodging for
Henry Taylor and myself, he told me
there was a difficulty in doing it, gave a bad account of Leyden lodgings, and
proposed that we should both go to his house. Such an offer was not lightly to
be accepted. Henry Taylor made inquiries himself, and
looked at lodgings which would have contented us; but when he was
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asked for how long they might be wanted, and said a week
or perhaps ten days, the people said that for so short a time he might be
lodged at an hotel. The matter ended in my yielding to solicitations which were
so earnest that I could not doubt their sincerity, and in his remaining at the
hotel. So on Tuesday morning Neville and
Arthur Malet departed for the Hague;
they may fall in with us at Ghent or they may not, as it may happen. And in the
evening I and my lame leg, and my trunk and bag were deposited at Mr.
Bilderdijk’s.
“You may imagine how curious I was to see the lady of the house*, and yet I did not see her
when we first met, owing to the shade of the trees and the imperfectness of my
sight. She was kind and cordial, speaking English remarkably well, with very
little hesitation and without any foreign accent. The first night was not well
managed; a supper had been prepared, which came so late, and lasted so long by
the slowness which seems to characterise all operations in this country, that I
did not get to bed till one o’clock. My bedroom is on the ground floor,
adjoining the sitting-room in which we eat, and which is given up to me. Every
thing was perfectly comfortable and nice. I asked for my milk at
breakfast†, and when Mr. Droesa, the surgeon, came
in the morning, I had the satisfaction of hearing that he should
* She was not less curious to see him, and, on
Mr. Bilderdijk’s
return from the hotel, eagerly inquired “how he
looked;” to which the reply was given that “he
looked as Mr.
Southey ought to
look:” a description which delighted my father
exceedingly. † A bason of hot milk was for many years my
father’s substitute for tea or coffee at breakfast. |
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not dress the wound again in the evening, but leave it
four-and-twenty hours, because there was now a disposition to heal. Mr. Bilderdijk brought me some curious
manuscripts of the eldest Dutch poets, the morning passed pleasantly. Henry Taylor dined with us at half-past two;
dinner lasted, I hardly know how, till six or seven o’clock. I petitioned
for such a supper as I am accustomed to at home, got some cold meat
accordingly, and was in bed before eleven. I slept well, and the foot is
proceeding regularly towards recovery. Mr. Droesa just
left me before I begun to write. By Sunday I hope to be able to walk about the
house, and then my imprisonment will soon be over. I am in no pain, and suffer
no other inconvenience than that of keeping the leg always on a chair or
settee.
“You will now expect to hear something of the
establishment into which I have been thus, unluckily shall I say, or luckily,
introduced. The house is a good one, in a cheerful street, with a row of trees
and a canal in front; large, and with every thing good and comfortable about
it. The only child, Lodowijk Willem, is
at home, Mr. Bilderdijk being as little
fond of schools as I am. The boy has a peculiar and to me an interesting
countenance. He is evidently of a weak constitution; his dress neat but formal,
and his behaviour towards me amusing from his extreme politeness, and the
evident pleasure with which he receives any attempt on my part to address him,
or any notice that I take of him at table. A young vrouw
waits at table. I wish you could see her, for she is a much odder figure than
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Maria Rosa* appeared on her first introduction, only not
so cheerful a one. Her dress is black and white, perfectly neat, and not more
graceful than a Beguine’s. The cap, which is very little, and has a small
front not projecting farther than the green shade which I wear sometimes for my
eyes, comes down to the roots of the hair, which is all combed back on the
forehead; and she is as white and wan in complexion as her cap; slender and not
ill-made; and were it not for this utter paleness she would be rather handsome.
Another vrouw, who appears more rarely, is not in such plain
dress, but quite as odd in her way. Nothing can be more amusing than
Mr. Bilderdijk’s conversation. Dr. Bell is not more full of life, spirits, and
enthusiasm; I am reminded of him every minute, though the English is much more
uncouth than Dr. Bell’s.† He seems delighted
to have a guest who can understand, and will listen to him; and is not a little
pleased at discerning how many points of resemblance there are between us. For
he is as laborious as I have been; has written upon as many subjects; is just
as much abused by the Liberals in his country as I am in mine, and does
‘contempt’ them as heartily and as merrily as I do. I am growing
intimate with Mrs. Bilderdijk, about
whom her husband, in the overflowing of his spirits, tells me every thing. He
is very fond of her and very proud of her, as well he may; and on her part she
is as proud of him. Her life seems almost a miracle after what she has gone
through. . . . .
* A Portuguese servant.
† Dr. Bell
spoke with a strong Scotch accent.
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“Friday morning.—My foot
continues to mend, and proceeds as well as possible towards recovery. I can
now, with the help of a stick, walk from room to room. My time passes very
pleasantly. A more remarkable or interesting a person, indeed, than my host it
was never my fortune to meet with; and Mrs.
Bilderdijk is not less so. I shall have a great deal to talk
about on my return. Early next week I hope to be at liberty; and I may travel
the better because we move here by trekschuits, so that the
leg may be kept up. Now do not you vex yourself for an evil which is passed,
and which has led to very pleasant consequences. Once more God bless you!
Andrew Bell (1753-1832)
Scottish Episcopalian educated at St. Andrews University; he was the founder of the
“Madras” system of education by mutual instruction; Robert Southey was his
biographer.
Willem Bilderdijk (1776-1830)
Dutch poet and scholar; a political conservative, he was at one time librarian to Louis
Bonaparte.
Arthur Malet (1806-1888)
The son of Sir Charles Warre Malet; educated at Winchester College, he worked as a civil
servant in India and published several volumes after his retirement in 1860.
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.
Robert Southey (1774-1843)
Poet laureate and man of letters whose contemporary reputation depended upon his prose
works, among them the
Life of Nelson, 2 vols (1813),
History of the Peninsular War, 3 vols (1823-32) and
The Doctor, 7 vols (1834-47).
Sir Henry Taylor (1800-1886)
Poet, writer for the
Quarterly Review, and autobiographer; he was
author of the tragedy
Philip van Artevelde (1834).
John Neville White (1785 c.-1845)
The elder brother of Henry Kirke White; after working in medicine he was educated at
Peterhouse College, Cambridge, and was rector of Rushall (1828) and Tivetshall in Norfolk
(1832-45). The rumor that he died a suicide was denied in the
Gentleman's
Magazine.