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time it was written; not so the present, since the ap- last bantling would coincide with mine, but it was impearance of a note from the illustrious cause of my sud-|possible to give it any other garb, being founded on facts, den decampment has driven the 'natural ruby from my My stay at Worthing will not exceed three weeks, and cheeks,' and completely blanched my wo-begone counte- you may possibly behold me again at Southwell the mid

nance. This gunpowder intimation of her arrival, (con- dle of September. *

ound her activity!) breathes less of terror and dismay than you will probably imagine from the volcanic temperame of her ladyship, and concludes with the comfortable assurance of all present motion being prevented by the fatigue of her journey, for which my blessings are due to the rough roads and restive quadrupeds of his majesty's highways. As I have not the smallest inclination to be chased round the country, I shall e'en make a merit of necessity, and since, like Macbeth, 'They've tied me to the stake, I cannot fly,' I shall imitate that valorous tyrant, and 'bear-like fight the course,' all escape being precluded. I can now engage with less disadvantage, having drawn the enemy from her intrenchments, though, like the prototype to whom I have compared myself, with

excellent chance of being knocked on the head. However, 'lay on, Macduff, and d-d be he who first eries, hold, enough.'

"I shall remain in town for, at least, a week, and expect to hear from you before its expiration. I presume the printer has brought you the offspring of my poetic mania. Remember, in the first line, to read 'loud the winds whistle, instead of 'round,' which that blockhead Ridge has inserted by mistake, and makes nonsense of the whole stanza. Addio!-Now to encounter my Hydra. Yours ever."

LETTER IV.

TO MR. PIGOT.

"London, Sunday, midnight, August 10th, 1806. "DEAR PIGOT,

"This astonishing packet will, doubtless, amaze you, but having an idie hour this evening, I wrote the enclosed stanzas, which I request you to deliver to Ridge, to be printed separate from my other compositions, as you will perceive them to be improper for the perusal of ladies; of course, none of the females of your family must see them. I offer a thousand apologies for the trouble I have given you in this and other instances. Yours truly."

LETTER V.

гo MR. PIGOT.

"Piccadilly, August 16th, 1806.

"I cannot exactly say with Cæsar, 'Veni, vidi, vici: however, the most important part of his laconic account of success applies to my present situation; for, though Mrs. Byron took the trouble of 'coming' and 'seeing,' yet your humble servant proved the victor. After an obstinate engagement of some hours, in which we suffered considerable damage, from the quickness of the enemy's fire, they at length retired in confusion, leaving behind the artillery, field equipage, and some prisoners: their defeat is decisive of the present campaign. To speak more intelligibly, Mrs. B. returns immediately, but I proceed, with all my laurels, to Worthing, on the Sussex coast; to which place you will address (to be left at the postoffice) your next epistle. By the enclosure of a 21 angle of rhyme, you will probably conceive my muse to be vastly prolific; her inserted production was brought forth a few years ago, and found by accident on Thursday among some old papers. I have recopied it, and, adding the proper date, request it may be printed with the rest of the family. I thought your sentiments on the

• See Hours of Idleness, page 398.

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"Will you desire Ridge to suspend the printing of n. poems till he hears further from me, as I have deter mined to give them a new form entirely. This prohibi tion does not extend to the last two pieces I have sent with my letters to you. You will excuse the dull vanity of this epistle, as my brain is a chaos of absurd images and full of business, preparations, and projects.

"I shall expect an answer with impatience;-believe me, there is nothing at this moment could give me greater delight than your letter."

LETTER VI.

TO MR. PIGOT.

"London, August, 18th, 1806.

write merely to request you will send that idle scoundre "I am just on the point of setting off for Worthing, and Charles, [his groom,] with my horses immediately; tell him I am excessively provoked he has not made his appear ance before, or written to inform me of the cause of his delay, particularly as I supplied him with money for his journey. On no pretext is he to postpone his march one day longer, and if, in obedience to the caprices of Mrs. B. (who, I presume, is again spreading desolation through her little monarchy,) he thinks proper to disregard my positive orders, I shall not, in future, consider him as my servant. He must bring the surgeon's bill with him, which I will discharge immediately on receiving it. Nor can I conceive the reason of his not acquainting Frank, [his valet,] with the state of my unfortunate quadrupeds. Dear Pigot, forgive this petulant effusion, and attribute it to the idle conduct of that precious rascal, who, instead of obeying my injunctions, is sauntering through the streets of that political Pandemonium, Nottingham. Present my remembrances to your family and the Leacrofts, and believe me, &c.

"P.S. I delegate to you the unpleasant task of de spatching him on his journey-Mrs. B.'s orders to the contrary are not to be attended to; he is to proceed first to London, and then to Worthing, without delay. Every thing I have left must be sent to London. My Poetics you will pack up for the same place, and not even reserve a copy for yourself and sister, as I am about to give them an entire new form: when they are complete, you shall have the first fruits. Mrs. B. on no account is to see or touch them. Adieu."

LETTER VII.

TO MR. PIGOT.

"Little Hampton, August 26th, 1806. "I this morning received your epistle, which I was obliged to send for to Worthing, whence I have removed to this place, on the same coast, about eight miles distant from the former. You will probably not be displeased with this letter, when it informs you that I am 30,000?. richer than I was at our parting, having just received in telligence from my lawyer that a cause has been gained at Lancaster assizes, which will be worth that sum by the time I come of age. Mrs. B. is doubtless acquainted of this acquisition, though not apprized of its exact value, of which she had better be ignorant, for her behaviour

• In a suit undertaken for the recovery of the Rochdale property.

on any sudden piece of favourable inteligence is, if possi-affair must end. Whether we renew our intim.cy o ble, more ridiculous than her detestable conduct on the not is of very trivial consequence.

most trifling circumstance of an unpleasant nature. "My time has lately been much occupied with very You may give my compliments to her, and say that her different pursuits. I have been transporting a servant,* detaining my servant's things shall only lengthen my ab- who cheated me,-rather a disagreeable event persence; for unless they are immediately despatched to forming in private theatricals; publishing a volume of 16 Piccadilly, together with those which have been so poems, (at the request of my friends, for their perusal :) larg delayed belonging to myself, she shall never again making love, and taking physic. The last two amusebehold my radiant countenance illuminating her gloomy ments have not had the best effect in the world; for my mansion. If they are sent, I may probably appear in attentions have been divided among so many fair dansels, less than two years from the date of my present epistle. and the drugs I swallow are of such variety in their com "Metrical compliment is an ample reward for my position, that between Venus and Esculapius I am strains; you are one of the few votaries of Apollo who harassed to death. However, I have still leisure to deunite the sciences over which that deity presides. I vote some hours to the recollections of past, regretted wish you to send my poems to my lodgings in London friendship, and in the interval to take the advantage of immediately, as I have several alterations and some ad- the moment, to assure you how much I am, and ever will ditions to make; every copy must be sent, as I am about be, my dearest Clare,

to amend them, and you shal' soon behold them in all their glory. I hope you have kept them from that Upas tree, that antidote to the arts, Mrs. B. Entre nous,—you may expect to see me soon. Adieu. Yours ever."

LETTER VIII.

TO MISS PIGOT.

*P. S. Your brother John is seized with a poetic mania, and is now rhyming away at the rate of three lines per hour-so much for inspiration! Adieu!"

"Southwell, Jan. 13, 1807.

"MY DEAR ERIDGET,

"I ought to begin with sundry apologies, for my own negligence, but the variety of my avocations in prose and verse must plead my excuse. With this epistle you will receive a volume of all my Juvenilia published since your departure: it is of considerably greater size than the copy in your possession, which I beg you will destroy, as the

I have only just dismounted from my Pegasus, which has prevented me from descending to plain prose in an epistle of greater length to your fair self. You regretted in a former letter, that my poems were not more extensive; I now for your satisfaction announce that I have present is much more complete. That unlucky poem to my poor Maryt has been the cause of some animadvernearly doubled them, partly by the discovery of some Ision from ladies in years. I have not printed it in this conceived to be lost, and partly by some new productions.collection, in consequence of my being pronounced a We shall meet on Wednesday next; till then, believe most profligate sinner, in short, a 'young Moore,' by me yours affectionately, * friend. I believe in general they have been favourably received, and surely the age of their author will preclude severe criticism. The adventures of my life from sixteen to nineteen, and the dissipation into which I have been thrown in London, have given a voluptuous tint to my ideas; but the occasions, which called forth my muse could hardly admit any other colouring. This volume is vastly correct and miraculously chaste. Apropos, talking of love, *

"BYRON.

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-, your

"If you can find leisure to answer this farrago of unconnected nonsense, you need not doubt what gratification will accrue from your reply to yours ever, &c."

LETTER IX.

"Your truly attached and sincere

"BYRON"

TO THE EARL OF CLARE.

"Southwell, Notts, February 6th, 1807.

LETTER X.

TO MR. PIGOT.

had re

"Southwell, March 6, 1807.

"MY DEAREST CLARE, "Were I to make all the apologies necessary to atone for my late negligence, you would justly say you ceived a petition instead of a letter, as it would be filled with prayers for forgiveness; but instead of this, I will acknowledge my sins at once, and I trust to your friendship and generosity rather than to my own excuses. Though my health is not perfectly re-established, I am out of all danger, and have recovered every thing but my "DEAR BANKES, spirits, which are subject to depression. You will be as "Your critique is valuable for many reasons: in the tonished to hear I have lately written to Delawarre, for first place, it is the only one in which flattery has borne the purpose of explaining (as far as possible, without in- so slight a part; in the next, I am cloyed with insipid volving some old friends of mine in the business) the compliments. I have a better opinion of your judgment cause of my behaviour to him during my last residence at and ability than your feelings. Accept my most sincere Harrow, (nearly two years ago,) which you will recollect thanks for your kind decision, not less welcome, because was rather 'en cavalier. Since that period I have dis-totally unexpected. With regard to a more exact esti covered he was treated with injustice, both by those who mate, I need not remind you how few of the best poems, misrepresented his conduct, and by me in consequence of in our language, will stand the test of minute or verbal their suggestions. I have therefore made all the repara-criticism: it can therefore hardly be expected the effution in my power, by apologizing for my mistake, though sions of a boy, (and most of these pieces have been pro with very faint hopes of success; indeed I never expected duced at an early period,) can derive much merit either any answer, but desired one for form's sake; that has from the subject or composition. Many of them were not yet arrived, and most probably never will. However, written under great depression of spirits, and during seI have eased my own conscience by the atonement, which is humiliating enough to one of my disposition, yet I could not have slept satisfied with the reflection of having,

n unintentionally, injured any individual. I have done all that could be done to repair the injury, and there the

LETTER XI.

TO MR. WILLIAM BANKES.

• His valet Frank.

The Mary" here mentioned was not the heiress of Annestey, not the "Mary" of Aberdeen. The verses in the Hours of Idleness, en titled "To Mary on receiving her picture," were addressed to ber On the "Hours of Idleness"

vere indisposition; hence the gloomy turn of the ideas. be exchanged, and others substituted in their place. We coincide in opinion that the 'poesies érotiques' are the The whole will be considerably enlarged, and appear the most exceptionable; they were, however, grateful to the latter end of May. This is a hazardous experiment; but deities, on whose altars they were offered-more I seek want of better employment, the encouragement I have though not without sundry palpitations. The book will met with, and my own vanity, induce me to stand the test, circulate fast enough in this country, from mere curiosity, what I prin—”

not.

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TO MR. FALKNER.

The portrait of Pomposus* was drawn at Harrow, after a long sitting; this accounts for the resemblance, or rather the caricatura. He is your friend, he never was wine-for both our sakes I shall be silent on this head. The collegiate rhymes are not personal; one of the notes may appear so, but could not be omitted. I have little doubt they will be deservedly abused; a just punishment for my unfilial treatment of so excellent an Alma Mater. I sent you no copy, lest we should be placed in the situation of Gil Blas and the Archbishop of Grenada: though running some hazard from the experiment, I wished verdict to be unbiassed. Had my 'Libellus' been preyour sented previous to your letter, it would have appeared a species of bribe to purchase compliment. I feel no hesitation in saying, I was more anxious to hear your cique, however severe, than the praises of the million. On the same day I was honoured with the encomiums of Mac kenzie, the celebrated author of the 'Man of Feeling.' Whether his approbation or yours elated me most, I cannot decide. "You will receive my Juvenilia, at least all yet pub-not undeserved, criticism. fished. I have a large volume in manuscript, which may in part appear hereafter; at present I have neither and are now published merely for the perusal of a "They were written on many and various occasions, time nor inclination to prepare it for the press. In the friendly circle. Believe me, sir, if they afford the spring I shall return to Trinity, to dismantle my rooms, slightest amusement to yourself and the rest of my social and bid you a final adieu. The Cam will not be much readers, I shall have gathered all the bays I ever wish to increased by my tears on the occasion. Your farther re-adorn the head of marks, however caustic or bitter to a palate vitiated with the sweets of adulation, will be of service. Johnson has shown us that no poetry is perfect; but to correct mine would be an Herculean labour. In fact I never looked beyond the moment of composition, and published merely at the request of my friends. Notwithstanding so much has been said concerning the 'Genus irritabile vatum,' we shall never quarrel on the subject. Poetic fame is by no means the 'acme' of my wishes. Adieu. "Yours ever, "BYRON."

“SIR, this, would have been presented before, had I not been "The volume of little pieces which accompanies apprehensive that Miss Falkner's indisposition might render such trifles unwelcome. There are some errors of the printer which I have not had time to correct in the collection: you have it thus, with all its imperfections on its head, a heavy weight, when joined with the faults of its author. Such 'Juvenilia,' as they can claim no great degree of approbation, I may venture to hope, will also escape the severity of uncalled for, though perhaps

Doctor Butler, Heat Master of Harrow School. See "Hours of Idler 2, page 409, &c.

LETTER XIII.

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"Yours, very truly,

"BYRON.

"P.S. I hope Miss F. is in a state of recovery."

LETTER XIV.

TO MR. PIGOT.

LETTER XII.

TO MR. WILLIAM BANKES.-[FRAGMENT.]

"For my own part, I have suffered severely in the decease of my two greatest friends, the only beings I ever loved, (females excepted:) I am therefore a solitary animal, miserable enough, and so perfectly a citizen of the world, that whether I pass my days in Great Britain or Kamschatka is to me a matter of perfect indifference. I cannot evince greater respect for your alteration than by immediately adopting it-this shall be done in the next edition. I am sorry your remarks are not more frequent, as I am certain they would be equally beneficial. Since my last, I have received two critical opinions from Edinburgh, both too flattering for me to defail. One is from Lord Woodhouslee, at the head of the Scotch literati, and a most voluminous writer, (his last work is a life of Lord Kaimes;) the other from Mackensie, who sent his decision a second time, more at length. I am not personally acquainted with either of these gentlemen, nor ever requested their sentiments on the subject: their praise is voluntary, and transmitted answer much better; in his great and manifold kindi.ess through the medium of a friend, at whose house they he has already bitten my fingers, and disturbed the read the productions. gravity of old Boatswain, who is grievously discomposed. "Contrary to my former intention, I am now preparing I wish to be informed what he costs, his expenses, &c. &c, a volume for the public at large: my amatory pieces will that I may indemnify Mr. G- My thanks are all I can give for the trouble he has taken, make a long

'June 11th, 1801.

"DEAR QUEEN BESS, "Savage ought to be immortal :—though not a thoroughbred bull-dog, he is the finest puppy I ever saw, and will

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"Southwell, April, 1807.

"MY DEAR PIGOT,

"Allow me to congratulate you on the success of your first examination-Courage, mon ami.' The title of Dr. will do wonders with the damsels. I shall most probably be in Essex or London when you arrive at this d-d rhymes. place, where I am detained by the publication of my

"Adieu.-Believe me yours very truly,
"BYRON.

"P. S. Since we met, I have reduced myself by violent exercise, much physic, and hot bathing, from 14 stone 6 lb. to 12 stone 7 lb. In all I have lost 27 pounds, Bravo!-what say you?"

LETTER XV.

TO MISS PIGOT.

The Hours of Idleness.

speech, and conclude it with 1 2 3 4 5 6 7.* I am out of forget and be forgotten by the people of Southwell is all I practice, so deputize you as Legate,-ambassador would aspire to." not do in a matter concerning the Pope, which I presume this must, as the whole turns upon a Bull. Yours,

"BYRON.

*P. S. I write in bed."

LETTER XVI.

TO MISS PIGOT.

"Cambridge, June 30th, 1807.

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"Trin. Coll. Camb. July 5th, 1807. Since my last letter I have determined to reside another year at Granta, as my rooms, &c. &c. are finished in great style, several old friends come up again, and many new acquaintances made; consequently, my inclination leads me forward, and I shall return to college in *Better late than never, Pal,' is a saying of which you October, if still alive. My life here has been one conknow the origin, and as it is applicable on the present oc- tinued routine of dissipation-out at different places every casion, you will excuse its conspicuous place in the front day, engaged to more dinners, &c. &c. than my stay of my epistle. I am almost superannuated here. My would permit me to fulfil. At this moment I write with a old friends, (with the exception of a very few,) all de- bottle of claret in my head, and tears in my eyes; for I have parted, and I am preparing to follow them, but remain till just parted with my Cornelian,' who spent the evening Monday to be present at three Oratorios, two Concerts, a with me. As it was our last interview, I postponed my Fair, and a Ball. I find I am not only thinner but taller engagement to devote the hours of the Sabbath to friendby an inch since my last visit. I was obliged to tell every ship:-Edleston and I have separated for the present, body my name, nobody having the least recollection of and my mind is a chaos of hope and sorrow. To-mormy visage or person. Even the hero of my Cornelian, row I set out for London: you will address your answer (who is now sitting vis-à-vis, reading a volume of my to 'Gordon's Hotel, Albemarle-street,' where 1 sojourn Poetica,) passed me in Trinity walks without recognising during my visit to the metropolis. me in the least, and was thunderstruck at the alteration "I rejoice to hear you are interested in my protege: he which had taken place in my countenance, &c. &c. has been my almost constant associate since October, Some say I look better, others worse, but all agree I am 1805, when I entered Trinity College. His voice first atthinner-more I do not require. I have lost 2 lb. in my tracted my attention, his countenance fixed it, and his weight since I left our cursed, detestable, and abhorred manners attached me to him for ever. He departs for abode of scandal, where, excepting yourself and John a mercantile house in town in October, and we shall proBecher, I care not if the whole race were consigned to bably not meet till the expiration of my minority, when I the Pit of Acheron, which I would visit in person rather shall leave to his decision either entering as a partner than contaminate my sandals with the polluted dust of through my interest, or residing with me altogether. Of Southwell. Seriously, unless obliged by the emptiness of course he would in his present frame of mind prefer the my purse to revisit Mrs. B., you will see me no more. latter, but he may alter his opinion previous to that period; "On Monday I depart for London. I quit Cambridge-however, he shall have his choice. I certainly love with little regret, because our set are vanished, and my him more than any human being, and neither time nor musical protegé before mentioned has left the choir, and is distance have had the least effect on my (in general) stationed in a mercantile house of considerable eminence changeable disposition. In short, we shall put Lady E. in the metropolis. You may have heard me observe he Butler and Miss Ponsonby to the blush, Pylades and is exactly, to an hour, two years younger than myself. I Orestes out of countenance, and want nothing but a cafound him grown considerably, and, as you will suppose, tastrophe like Nisus and Euryalus, to give Jonathan and very glad to see his former Patron. He is nearly my David the go by.' He certainly is perhaps more atheight, very thin, very fair complexion, dark eyes, and tached to me than even I am in return. During the hight locks. My opinion of his mind you already know; whole of my residence at Cambridge we met every day, -I hope I shall never have occasion to change it. Every summer and winter, without passing one tiresome mobody here conceives me to be an invalid. The university ment, and separated each time with increasing reluc at present is very gay, from the fêtes of divers kinds. Itance. I hope you will one day see us together, he is supped out last night, but cat (or ate) nothing, sipped a the only being I esteem, though I like many.* bottle of claret, went to bed at 2 and rose at 9. I have "The Marquis of Tavistock was down the other day; commenced early rising, and find it agrees with me. I supped with him at his tutor's-entirely a whig party. The Masters and the Fellows all very polite, but look a The opposition muster strong here now, and Lord little askance don't much admire lampoons-truth al-Huntingdon, the Duke of Leinster, &c. &c. are to join us ways disagreeable. in October, so every thing will be splendid. The music "Write, and tell me how the inhabitants of your mena- is all over at present. Met with another 'accidency— gerie go m, and if my publication goes off well: do the upset a butter-boat in the lap of a lady-look'd very blue quadrupeds growl? Apropos, my bull-dog is deceased--spectators grinned-'curse 'em! Apropos, sorry to 'Flesh both of cur and man is grass.' Address your an- say, been drunk every day, and not quite sober yet-howswer to Cambridge. If I am gone, it will be forwarded. ever, touch no meat, nothing but fish, soup, and vegetaSad news just arrived-Russians beat-a bad set, eat bles, consequently it does me no harm-sad dogs all the nothing but oil, consequently must melt before a hard fire. Cantabs. Mem.-we mean to reform next January. This I get awkward in my academic habiliments for want of place is a monotony of endless variety-like it--hate practice. Got up in a window to hear the oratorio at St. Southwell. Has Ridge sold well? or do the ancients Mary's, popped down in the middle of the Messiah, tore demur? What ladies have bought? * a woeful rent in the back of my best black silk gown, and "Saw a girl at St. Mary's the image of Anne ** damaged an egregious pair of breeches. Mem.-never thought it was her-all in the wrong-the lady stared, sa tumble from a church window during service. Adieu, did I—I blushed, so did not the lady-sad thing-wish dear * * * *! do not remember me to any body:-to women had more modesty. Talking of women, puts me in mind of my terrier Fanny-how is she? Got a heat ache, must go to bed, up early in the morning to travel.

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TO MISS PIGOT.

LETTER XVII.

• He here alludes to an odd fancy or trick of his own; whenever he was at a loss for something to say, he used to gabble over 1234567." + Mr. Edleston. See the lines to E." Hours of Idleness, page 384; and The Cornelian " Hours of Idleness, page 386.

• Edleston. See Letter 101.

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My protegé breakfasts with me; parting spoils my appe-
tite-excepting from Southwell. Mem.-I hate South-
well Yours, &c."

LETTER XIX.

TO MISS PIGOT.

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LETTER XVIII.

TO MISS PIGOT.

*London begins to disgorge its contents-town is August 2d, 1807. empty-consequently I can scribble at leisure, as occu pations are less numerous." In a fortnight I shall de part to fulfil a country engagement; but expect two not proceed rapidly in Notts-very possible. In town epistles from you previous to that period. Ridge does things wear a more promising aspect, and a man whose works are praised by reviewers, admired by dutchesses and sold by every bookseller of the metropolis, does not dedicate much consideration to rustic readers. I have now a review before me, entitled 'Literary Recreations, where my bardship is applauded far beyond my deserts, know nothing of the critic, but think him a very discerning gentleman, and myself a devilish clever fellow. His critique pleases me particularly because it is of great length, and a proper quantum of censure is administered, just to give an agreeable relish to the praise. You know I hate insipid, unqualified, commonplace compliment. If you would wish to see it, order the 13 number of 'Literary Recreations' for the last month. writer of the article-it is printed in a periodical publi I assure you I have not the most distant idea of the

"Gordon's Hotel, July 13th, 1807. "You write most excellent epistles—a fig for other correspondents with their nonsensical apologies for 'knowing nought about it,'-you send me a delightful budget. I am here in a perpetual vortex of dissipation, (very pleasant for all that,) and, strange to tell, I get thinner, being now below eleven stone considerably. Stay in town a month, perhaps six weeks, trip into Essex, and then, as a favour, irradiate Southwell for three days with the light of my countenance; but nothing shall ever make me reside there again. I positively return to Cambridge in October; we are to be uncommonly gay, or in truth I should cut the University. An extraordinary circumstance occurred to me at Cambridge, a girl so very like *** made her appearance, that nothing but the most minute inspection could have undeceived me. wish I had asked if she had ever been at H***. "What the devil would Ridge have? is not fifty in a fortnight, before the advertisements, a sufficient sale? I cation-and though I have written a paper, (a review of near many of the London booksellers have them, and Wordsworth,*) which appears in the same work, I am Crosby has sent copies to the principal watering-places. ignorant of every other person concerned in it-even Are they liked or not in Southwell? * I wish Boatswain had swallowed Damon! How is Lord Alexander Gordon, who resided in the same hotel, * * * * the editor, whose name I have not heard. My cousin Bran? by the immortal gods, Bran ought to be a Count told me his mother, her Grace of Gordon, requested he of the Holy Roman Empire. * * "The intelligence of London cannot be interesting to as she had bought my volume, admired it exceedingly in would introduce my poetical Lordship to her Highness, you, who have rusticated all your life-the annals of routs, riots, balls, and boxing-matches, cards and crim. wished to claim her relationship with the author. I common with the rest of the fashionable world, and cons., parliamentary discussion, political details, mas-was unluckily engaged on an excursion for some days querades, mechanics, Argyle-street Institution and afterward, and as the dutchess was on the eve of de aquatic races, love and lotteries, Brooks's and Buona-parting for Scotland, I have postponed my introduction parte, opera-singers and oratorios, wine, women, wax- till the winter, when I shall favour the lady, whose taste I works, and weathercocks, can't accord with your insu-shall not dispute, with my most sublime and edifying conlated ideas of decorum and other silly expressions not in-versation. She is now in the Highlands, and Alexander serted in our vocabulary. took his departure a few days ago, for the same blessed seat of 'dark rolling winds.'

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• Dr. Butler. See Letter XI.

second importation, and has sent to Ridge for a third"Crosby, my London publisher, has disposed of his at least so he says." In every bookseller's window I see my own name and say nothing, but enjoy my fame in secret. My last reviewer kindly requests me to alter my Cause of Literature' begs I will gratify the public with determination of writing no more, and a Friend to the

seems to

"Oh! Southwell, Southwell, how I rejoice to have left thee, and how I curse the heavy hours I dragged along, for so many months, among the Mohawks who inhabit your kraals!—However, one thing I do not regret, which is having pared off a sufficient quantity of flesh to enable me to slip into 'an eel skin,' and vie with the slim beaux of modern times; though, I am sorry to say, be the mode among gentlemen to grow fat, and I am told I am at least 14lb. below the fashion. However, I de- some new work at no very distant period.' Who crease instead of enlarging, which is extraordinary, as would not be a bard ?-that is to say, if all critics would violent exercise in London is impracticable; but I attri- be so polite. However, the others will pay me off, I doubt bute the phenomenon to our evening squeezes at public and not, for this gentle encouragement. If so, have at 'em! private parties. I heard from Ridge this morning, (the By-the-by, I have written at my intervals of leisure, 14th, my letter was begun yesterday:) he says the after two in the morning, three hundred and eighty lines Poems go on as well as can be wished, the seventy-five in blank verse, of Bosworth Field. I have luckily got sent to town are circulated, and a demand for fifty more Hutton's account. complied with, the day he dated his epistle, though the ten books, and shall have finished it in a year. Whether advertisements are not yet half published. Adieu. I shall extend the Poem to eight or it will "P. S. Lord Carlisle, on receiving my Poems, sent, So much for egotism! My laurels have turned my brain, published or not must depend on circumstances. before he opened the book, a tolerably handsome letter: but the cooling acids of forthcoming criticisms will pro-I have not heard from him since. His opinions Ibably restore me to modesty.

"Southwell is a damned place--I have done with it

of Lord at reviewing, (for once or

neither know nor care about; if he is the least insolen! I
shall enroll him with Butler* and the other worthies.
He is in Yorkshire, poor man! and very ill! He said he twice afterward, tried his hand at this least poetical of employments,)
nad not time to read the contents, but thought it neces-is remarkable only as showing how plausibly he could assume the esta
sary to acknowledge the receipt of the volume immedi-blished tone and phraseology of these minor judgment-seats of criticism.
utely. Perhaps the earl 'bears no brother near the Ballads, a collection which has not undeservedly met with a consider
For instance :- The volumes before us are by the Author of Lyrical
throne-if so, I will make his sceptre totter in his hands. he share of public applause. The characteristics of Mr. Wordsworth'

-Adieu"

muse are simple and flowing, though occasions 'ly inharmonious, verse
-strong and sometimes irresistible apa's to he feelings, with unex
ceptionable sentiments Though the present work inay not equal his
former efforts, many of the poems possess a naive elegance," &c. &c.-
Moore

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