3869. Robert Southey to Henry Herbert Southey, 14 July 1822
Address: To/ Dr Southey/ 15. Queen Anne Street/ Cavendish Square/ London
Stamped: KESWICK/ 298
Postmarks: E/ 17 JY 17/ 1822; [illegible]
MS: Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford, MS. Don. d. 4. ALS; 3p.
Unpublished.
I hope you may not come when John May is here
for this reason only, that I like to husband my enjoyments & as it is badly management to introduce venison at a turtle feast
so is it bad economy of pleasure to have two friends at the same time. I am looking every day to hear from him. Meantime my old college friend Lightfoot is with me, whom I had not seen for eight & twenty years. He is now a married man with five children;
– his life has been uniform & laborious, but singularly fortunate; he has realized a respectable fortune as a schoolmaster,
& during one & twenty years, that he has been married,
has never had so much anxiety as to deprive him of a single nights rest. A happier man I never saw, & no man is more deserving of happiness. He stays here till Tuesday the 23d. If John May arrives before that time the young John must sleep in the town, otherwise we have so managed matters as to find rooms for father & son.
One of my New England friends has sent me a cargo of Yankee books which I wish you would enquire for because they ought to have reached me before this time. They come from Mr Ticknor of Boston & were sent by the same vessel which brought me advice of them, to the care of his bookseller John Miller 69 Fleet Street, Strand,
with directions to forward them to me by coach. This is the American direction, & whether Miller live in Fleet Street, or in the Strand I cannot tell but think it is in the former. When you go that way call, & make enquiry concerning them.
A spell among the mountains will do you good. I was on Skiddaw yesterday, – & am trying whether by persevering in exercise I can, as on former occasion, put my system in such tone as for awhile to suspend my complaint.
It annoys me greatly on waking & I have little doubt but that it will effectually lay me up at last, if I live long enough for it to take its course. My cold is very much better tho I cannot yet dislodge it from the chest.
In the coach from Kendal Lightfoot fell in with a Laker of whom Mrs Gonne knows something. Mr Heathcote
a son of Dr Heathcote of Hackney.
– He drank tea with us the other evening, & is now lodging near the Grange
with a young pupil
Can you make room in your portmanteau for St Teresas life
which is in Gooch’s possession?
Love to all –
God bless you
RS.