3975. Robert Southey to Bernard Barton, 6 March 1823
MS untraced; text is taken from Kenneth Curry (ed.), New Letters of Robert Southey, 2 vols (London and New York, 1965)
Previously published: Kenneth Curry (ed.), New Letters of Robert Southey, 2 vols (London and New York, 1965), II, pp. 241–242.
I can at last thank you for your Verses on the death of the miserable Shelley,
which did not reach me till yesterday evening, whereby you will perceive that my communication with the booksellers is not very frequent. But this parcel has been a fortnight longer than it should have been, on the way, owing I suppose to the accumulation of packages in the warehouse during the continuance of snow. The panegyrical Elegy
which called forth your wiser verses was sent me also by its author, whom I know not, but who probably writes under a nom de guerre. Whether the sending it was intended as a compliment, or as an insult, is to me a matter of perfect indifference. Shelleys is a flagitious history, and by far the worst tragedy in real life which has ever fallen within my knowledge. As I told him myself in the last communication I had with him, it is truly the Atheist’s Tragedy.
It is indeed a strange piece of ill-fortune that an act of robbery should have drawn upon you so heavy a burthen of unprofitable and ungrateful employment: and but a poor satisfaction that when this unusual imposition is over the regular task work will appear almost like a holyday.
Meantime however your name is making its way, and I think I might venture to predict, that if you were to try a volume of tales in verse, you would find a lucrative adventure.
Peradventure I may see you in the course of spring, as I have the intention of passing a day with Thomas Clarkson on the way between Norwich and London.
Farewell, and believe me Yours truly
Robert Southey.
When you see Major Moor have the goodness to present my remembrances to him, and say that I received his friendly letter yesterday, and with it the Ms. Volume.