2476. Robert Southey to Grosvenor Charles Bedford, [2 September 1814]*
My dear Grosvenor
Recepi.  – I thought I had told you of the March to Moscow. Are you aware that the copy in the Courier was castrated of a rare stanza, in which Roscoe was the rhyme to Moscow.  I did not like to publish any thing which would make a man laughed at for his vile politics, who is a thoroughly worthy man in all other points, & for whom I really feel much personal respect. Some day, if you are disposed to have a perfect copy, I will send it you; another stanza was added while I was dressing the other morning, in which the Edinburgh Prophet was <is> brought in. 
By this time doubtless you know that both Knox  & Herries were called back sooner than they expected. Of the latter in consequence I saw very little, merely a call on his part, & another on mine just before his departure. I directed him to Waswater the right way, & he let Hutton  take him the wrong. I have had a volunteer guest since whom I was not sorry to get rid of. Fredk. Eden, Lord Henleys son, – a well-informed man, – but who does not improve upon farther acquaintance. 
I shall be anxious to hear the success of your memorial to the Treasury – Where there is any disposition to do a good thing, the equity of the claim is a powerful plea – Here again there is reason to regret Perceval – who seems as much out of remembrance as if he had died before the flood.
There are three more proofs of Roderick  still due. I am less hopeful about its reception than you appear to be, & between ourselves, have a strong indisposition to begin another poem, which looks very much like the feeling of a man whose prime is past. However when once the sea is broken all will go on well.
 As published in Southey’s final collected edition, the stanza also took a swipe at Brougham. It read: ‘And Counsellor Brougham was all in a fume/ At the thought of the march to Moscow:/ The Russians, he said, they were undone,/ And the great Fee-Faw-Fum/ Would presently come/ With a hop, step, and jump unto London./ For as for his conquering Russia,/ However some persons might scoff it,/ Do it he could, and do it he would,/ And from doing it nothing would come but good,/ And nothing could call him off it./ Mr. Jeffrey said so, who must certainly know,/ For he was the Edinburgh Prophet./ They all of them knew Mr. Jeffrey’s Review,/ Which with Holy Writ ought to be reckon’d:/ It was through think and thin to its party true;/ Its back was buff, and its sides were blue/ Morbleu! Parbleu!/ It served them for Law and for Gospel too’; see Poetical Works, 10 vols (1837–1838), VI, pp. 218–219. BACK