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National Library of Wales, MS 4811D. Previously published: Charles Cuthbert Southey (ed.), Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey, 6 vols (London, 1849–1850), II, pp. 94–98 [in part]; Adolfo Cabral (ed.), Robert Southey: Journals of a Residence in Portugal 1800–1801 and a Visit to France 1838 (Oxford, 1960), pp. 103–104 [in part].
These letters were edited with the assistance of Carol Bolton, Tim Fulford and Ian Packer
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Cintra.
My dear Wynn
Your letter, or packet has, this morning reached me. but thro the Portugueze post office, like all other letters, &
at the expence of half a moidore. do not imagine that half a moidore could have procured me an equal quantity of pleasure in any other
way, but the people in office, in England, are ignorant of their how far their own privilege extends,
& often make us pay a heavy double postage by franking their letters. the direction which I gave you to Captain Yescombe,King George,
which sailed between Falmouth and Lisbon.
You must long ere this have received my second letter.
Thalaba is finished & I am correcting it. the concluding books you shall shortly receive. the Haleb
descriptionant tyrant, which <as> it stood at first. you object to “fools of the air”,th book explains enough what Azrael
Thank you for George Stracheys letters. I shall enclose a letter <one> to him, xxxx <when next I write,> – the only
mode of conveyance with which I am acquainted. George Strachey & I both of
us were sent into the world with feelings likely little likely to push us forward in it. one
overwhelming propensity has formed my destiny & marred all prospects of rank or wealth, but it has made me happy, & it will
make me immortal – Strachey
was when I was his shadow,xxx
xxxxxxxxx xxxxxx <again the friend that was lost>. from that time a hasty visit is all I saw of him. it was his
indolence – I know he esteems me. Our former coolness, I remember among my follies. you were with me when I atoned for it by a
voluntary letter, & you saw an answer such as I had reason to expect. I wrote again to him, a common young mans letter; he never
answered it. the fact was I had the disease of epistolizing & he had not. – Our future intercourse cannot be much. by the time he
returns to London I trust I shall have retired from it, & pitched my tent near the churchyard in which I shall be buried Of the E.
Indies I know not enough to estimate the reason & reasonableness of his dislike. were I single it is a country which would tempt
me, as offering the shortest & most certain way to wealth, & many curious objects of literary pursuit. About the language S. is right. it is a baboon jargon not worth learning: but were I there I would
get the Vedans,m Jones,
I have written no line of Poetry here except the four books of Thalaba, nor shall I till they are corrected & sent
off, & my mind compleatly delivered of that subject. some credit may be expected from the poem, & if the Booksellers will not
give me 100 £ for a 4to edition of 500 copies – or 140 for a pocket one of 1000: why they shall not have the poem.
I long to see the face of a friend, & hunger after the bread & butter comforts & green fields of England. yet do I feel so strongly the effects of climate – & I am now sweating in my shirt while I write, in the coolness of Cintra, a darkened room, & a wet floor – yet so much better do I like the climate & feel it, that I certainly wish my lot could be cast somewhere in the south of Europe. the spot I am in is the most beautifull I have ever seen or imagined – I ride a jack ass – a fine lazy way of travelling – you have even a boy to beat old dapple when he is slow. I eat oranges figs & delicious pears. drink Colaras wine – a sort of half way excellence between Port & Claret. read all I can lay my hands on – dream of poem after poem & play after play, take a sesta of two hours, & am as happy as if life was but one everlasting today, & that tomorrow was not to be provided for.
Here is a long letter about myself & not a word about Portugal. my next shall be a brimming sheet of anecdotes. Sir Herberts hue & cry is as if a convicted pickpocket should charge the Constable with an assault for taking him up. it is not unlikely that some of my friends in England may take him in hand.
I am sorry Strachey is so disgusted with India, tho I cannot
wish he were otherwise. from all accounts an English East Indian is a very bad animal. they have adopted by force the luxury of the
country & its tyranny & pride by choice – a man who feels & thinks must be in solitude there. yet the comfort is that your
wages are certain – so many years of toil for such a fortune at last. Is a young man wise who devotes the best years of his life to
such a speculation. – alas if he is than am I a pitiable blockhead but to me the fable of the ant & grasshopperI hear him bray – I wish my burro boy
could get at him