190. Robert Southey to Grosvenor Charles Bedford, 8 December  *
December 8th. Bath.
I was at Bristol when your letter arrived — the inclosed was immediately written, I have spoken of Robert Haynes  as your character of him taught me he deserved to be spoken of — he will need no other introduction. if my friend Thomas revisits Lisbon & I shall by this post assure him there is no danger in so doing — you may send any thing by him to introduce him to Haynes — who may then supply my place to Thomas.
you mistook me about Madoc. I had neither the intention or wish of immediate publication. twas a forlorn hope for the future. I wrote to Wynn about five days ago — & told him the only remora that would detain me here after Christmas. I am as little content with the world as you are, but I do not like Allens gunpowder plot. the world must be mended by the total reorganization of society. & as a Christian I believe this must take place. if I did not — I should join the Atheism of Allen — without embracing his plans for the improvement of a rascally public. you call yourself an aristocrat — & before God I know no man whose opinions & feelings are more anti-aristocratical!
I shall probably visit London a week before Edith — to look about me & fix. will you house me for that time? your plan makes some alteration in mine — I meant to live about Newington to be in the road between Brixton & the Exchequer — now the nearer we are to Lincolns Inn the better — & the nearer to each other.
But why so anxious Grosvenor as to injure your health? a little stoicism amalgamates well with human affections & virtues & methinks you are too anxious: you have already enough for all wants — & all necessary comforts — & your heart is now your own. a single man needs only good raiment & shelter. if his affections be not engaged & these fail to make him happy — nothing can. that man should ever want these!
Do you expect to find me altered much? I feel myself the same now as when I first began to feel: & can trace the developement of my character thro every stage. it is tranquilized — not changed. remember you the first of March 1792?  how we stalked thro London streets — higher than all we met — I was then not quite eighteen when I begun the career of an author running plenum sed  against a great block with a wig on it —. five years produce strange changes in the little world of our own affairs!
fare you well! the day is short. the work is long  — said Ali.
I have just read Carlyles Arabic Translations  — Zounds what stuff is called Poetry!
My Uncle lives next door to the only English Hotel where Haynes will go upon landing. he has only to give him the letter.
* Address: G C Bedford Esqr/ New Palace Yard/
Postmark: [partial] 96
Watermark: [Obscured by MS binding]
Endorsement: Recd. Decr. 9. 1796
MS: Bodleian Library, MS Eng. Lett. c. 22. ALS; 4p.