The Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey
Robert Southey to Margaret Southey, [October 1800?]
“Lisbon [no date].
“My dear Mother,
“. . . . . About Harry, it is necessary to remove him,—his room is wanted
for a more profitable pupil, and he has outgrown his situation. I have an
excellent letter from him, and one from William
Taylor, advising me to place him with some provincial surgeon of
eminence, who will for a hundred guineas board and instruct him for four or
five years;—a hundred guineas! well, but thank God, there is Thalaba ready, for which I
ask this sum. I have therefore thus eat my calf, and desired William
Taylor to inquire for a situation,—and so once more goes
the furniture of my long expected house in London*. . . . .
* The sum ultimately received for the first edition
of Thalaba (115l.) was not required for this purpose; the fee
for his brother’s surgical education being paid by Mr. Hill. |
Ætat. 26. | OF ROBERT SOUTHEY. | 125 |
The plague, or the yellow fever, or the black vomit, has
not yet reached us, nor do we yet know what the disease is, though it is not
three hundred miles from us, and kills five hundred a day at Seville!
Contagious by clothes or paper it cannot be, or certainly it would have been
here. A man was at Cintra who had recovered from the disease, and escaped from
Cadiz only seventeen days before he told the story in a pot-house here. In
Cadiz it might have been confined, because that city is connected by a bridge
with the main land; but once beyond that limit, and it must take its
course,—precautions are impossible; the only one in their power they do
not take,—that of suffering no boat to come from the opposite shore.
Edith is for packing off to England,
but I will not move till it comes, and then away for the mountains.
“Our weather is most delightful,—not a cloud,
cool enough to walk, and warm enough to sit still; purple evenings, and
moonlight more distinct than a November noon in London. We think of mounting
jackasses and rambling some two hundred miles in the country. I shall laugh to
see Edith among the dirt and fleas, who
I suspect will be more amused with her than she will with them. She is going in
a few days to visit the nuns: they wanted to borrow some books of an English
woman,—‘What book would you like?’ said
Miss Petre, somewhat puzzled by the question, and
anxious to know. ‘Why, we should like novels;—have you got Ethelinde, or the Recluse of
the Lake? we have had the first volume, and it was so
interesting! and it leaves off
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in such an interesting
part! We used to hate to hear the bell for prayers while we were reading
it.’ And after a little pause she went on: ‘and then it
is such a good book; we liked it, because the
characters are so moral and virtuous.’ By
the by, they have sent Edith some cakes.
“We are afraid the expedition under Sir Ralph Abercrombie is coming here; his men
are dying of the scurvy, and have been for some time upon a short allowance of
salt provisions; they will starve us if they come. What folly, to keep
five-and-twenty thousand men floating about so many months! horses and soldiers
both dying for want of fresh food. . . . .
God bless you.
Your affectionate son,
Robert Southey.”
Sir Ralph Abercromby (1734-1801)
The son of George Abercromby (1705-1800); he was an MP and major-general in the British
Army who defeated the French at Abu Qir near Alexandria, where he died of his
wounds.
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.
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.
Henry Herbert Southey (1783-1865)
The younger brother of Robert Southey; educated at Edinburgh University, he was physician
to George IV, Gresham Professor of Medicine, and friend of Sir Walter Scott.
William Taylor of Norwich (1765-1836)
Translator, poet, and essayist; he was a pupil of Anna Letitia Barbauld and correspondent
of Robert Southey who contributed to the
Monthly Magazine, the
Monthly Review, the
Critical Review, and
other periodicals.