The Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey
Robert Southey to Grosvenor C. Bedford, 24 February 1796
“Feb. 24. 1796., Lisbon, from which God grant
me a
speedy deliverance.
“I am bitterly disappointed at not finding ‘The Flagellant’ here, of
which I sent my only copy to my uncle. It
was my intention to have brought it home again with me. You see, Grosvenor, this relic is already become rare.
Have you received the original Joan
of Arc, written at Brixton, bound decently, &c.? I left it with
Cottle, to send with your copy: he
has the transcript of it himself, which he begged with most friendly devotion,
and, I believe, values as much as a monk does the parings of his tutelary
saint’s great toe nail. Is not the preface a hodgepodge of inanity? I had
written the beginning only
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before I quitted Bristol. The
latter days of my residence there, were occupied by concerns too nearly
interesting, to allow time for a collected mass of composition; and you will
believe that, after quitting Edith on
Sunday evening, I was little fit to write a preface on Monday morning. I never
saw the whole of it together; and, I believe, after making a few hasty remarks
on epic poems, I forgot to draw the conclusion for which only they were
introduced. n’importe; the
ill-natured critic may exercise malignity in dissecting it, and the friendly
one his ingenuity in finding out some excuse.
“What has all this to do with Lisbon? say you. Take a
sonnet for the ladies, imitated from the Spanish of Bartolomi Leonardo, in which I have given the author at least
as many ideas as he has given me.
“Nay, cleanse this filthy mixture from thy hair, And give the untricked tresses to the gale; The sun, as lightly on the breeze they sail, Shall gild the bright brown locks: thy cheek is fair, Away then with this artificial hue, This blush eternal! lady, to thy face Nature has given no imitable grace. Why these black spots obtruding on the view The lily cheek, and these ear jewels too, That ape the barbarous Indian’s vanity! Thou need’st not with that necklace there invite The prying gaze; we know thy neck is white. Go to thy dressing room again, and be Artful enough to learn simplicity.” |
“Could you not swear to the author if you had seen this
in the newspaper? You must know, Bedford, I have a deadly aversion to anything merely ornamental in
female dress. Let the dress be as
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elegant (i.e. as simple) as possible, but hang on none of your
gewgaw eye-traps.
“Do write to me, and promise me a visit at Bristol in
the summer; for, after I have returned to Edith, I will never quit her again, so that we shall remain
there till I settle doggedly to law, which I hope will be during the next
winter. . . . .
“Friday, 24th.
“Timothy Dwight
(Bedford, I defy you or Mr. Shandy to physiognomise that man’s name
rightly. What historian is it who, in speaking of Alexander’s feast, says
they listened to one Timothy a
musician?) Timothy Dwight, an American, published, in
1785, an heroic poem on the conquest of Canaan. I had heard of it, and long wished to read it,
in vain; but now the American minister (a good-natured man, whose poetry is
worse than anything except his criticism) has lent me the book. There certainly
is some merit in the poem; but, when Colonel
Humphreys speaks of it, he will not allow me to put in a word in
defence of John Milton. If I had written
upon this subject I should have been terribly tempted to take part with the
Canaanites, for whom I cannot help feeling a kind of brotherly compassion.
There is a fine ocean of ideas floating about in my brain-pan for Madoc, and a high delight do I
feel in sometimes indulging them till self-forgetfulness follows.
“’Tis a vile kind of philosophy, that for
to-morrow’s prospect glooms to-day; àpropos, sit
down when you have no better employment, and find all the faults
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you can in ‘The Retrospect’* against I
return. It wants the pruning knife before it be re-published. . . . . When I
correct Joan, I shall call you
in—not as plenipotent amputator—you shall mark what you think the
warts, wens, and cancers, and I will take care you do not cut deep enough to
destroy the life. The fourth book is the best. Do you know I have never seen
the whole poem together, and that one book was printing before another was
begun? The characters of Conrade and
Theodore are totally distinct; and yet,
perhaps, equally interesting. There is too much fighting; I found the battles
detestable to write, as you will do to read; yet there are not ten better lines
in the whole piece than those beginning,—‘Of unrecorded name
died the mean man, yet did he leave behind,’ &c.†
“Do you remember the days when you wrote No. 3. at
Brixton? We dined on mutton chops and
* “The Retrospect” was
published, among some poems by my father and Mr. Lovel, in the autumn of 1794. † “Of unrecorded name The soldier died; and yet he left behind One who then never said her daily prayers Of him forgetful; who to every tale Of the distant war lending an eager ear, Grew pale and trembled. At her cottage door The wretched one shall sit, and with fix’d eye Gaze on the path, where on his parting steps Her last look hung. Nor ever shall she know Her husband dead, but cherishing a hope, Whose falsehood inwardly she knows too well, Feel life itself with that false hope decay; And wake at night with miserable dreams Of his return, and weeping o’er her babe. Too surely think that soon that fatherless child Must of its mother also be bereft.” |
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eggs. I have the note you wrote for Dodd* among your letters. I anticipate a very
pleasant evening when you shall show the cedar box† to Edith. ‘Oh, pleasant days of
fancy!’ By the by, if ever you read aloud that part of the fifth
book, mind that erratum in the description of the Famine,— ‘“With jealous eye, Hating a rival’s look, the husband hides His miserable meal.” |
After I had corrected the page and left town, poor Cottle, whose heart overflows with the milk of
human kindness, read it over, and he was as little able to bear the picture of
the husband, as he would have been to hide a morsel from the hungry; and,
suo periculo, he altered it to ‘Each man conceals,’ and spoilt the climax. I was very much
vexed, and yet I loved Cottle the better for it.
“No, Grosvenor,
you and I shall not talk politics. I am weary of them, and little love
politicians; for me, I shall think of domestic life, and confine my wishes
within the little circle of friendship. The rays become more intense, in
proportion as they are drawn to a point. Heighho! I should be very happy were I
now in England: with Edith by the
fireside, I would listen to the pelting rain with pleasure,—now it is
melancholy music, yet fitly harmonising with my hanging mood.
“Farewell! write long letters.
* One of the Westminster masters.
† The depository of the contributions to
“The
Flagellant.”
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“P.S. In many parts of Spain they have female
shavers: the proper name of one should be Barbara.”
Grosvenor Charles Bedford (1773-1839)
The son of Horace Walpole's correspondent Charles Bedford; he was auditor of the
Exchequer and a friend of Robert Southey who contributed to several of Southey's
publications.
Joseph Cottle (1770-1853)
Bristol bookseller and poet; he published the
Lyrical Ballads,
several heroic poems that attracted Byron's derision, and
Early
Recollections, chiefly relating to the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 2 vols
(1837).
James William Dodd (1761 c.-1818)
The son of the actor of the same name; educated at Westminster and Trinity College,
Cambridge, he was an usher at Westminster School and rector of North Runcton, Norfolk
(1811).
Timothy Dwight (1752-1817)
Yale-educated American theologian and Connecticut Wit; author of
The
Conquest of Canaan (1788) and
Greenfield Hill
(1794).
Herbert Hill (1750-1828)
Educated at St. Mary Hall, and Christ Church, Oxford; he was Chancellor of the Choir of
Hereford Cathedral, chaplain to the English factory at Lisbon (1792-1807) and rector of
Streatham (1810-28). He was Robert Southey's uncle.
David Humphreys (1752-1818)
Connecticut Wit; educated at Yale, he was a soldier, poet, and diplomat who was minister
to Portugal and Spain.
Robert Lovell (1771-1796)
Quaker poet who published with Robert Southey and fell in with the Pantisocratic scheme;
after his early death his wife Mary Fricker Lovell lived with the Southeys.
John Milton (1608-1674)
English poet and controversialist; author of
Comus (1634),
Lycidas (1638),
Areopagitica (1644),
Paradise Lost (1667), and other works.
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)
Madoc. (London: Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1805). A verse romance relating the legendary adventures of a Welsh prince in Wales and
pre-Columbian America.