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"Allfoxden, 12th April, 1798. "MY DEAR COTTLE,-* * * You will be pleased to hear that I have gone on very rapidly adding to my stock of poetry. Do come and let me read it to you, under the old trees in the park. We have a little more than two months to stay in this place. Within these four days the season has advanced with greater rapidity than I ever remember, and the country becomes almost every hour more lovely.

"God bless you: your affectionate friend, 'W. WORDSWORTH.'

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"A little time after, I received an invitation from Mr. Coleridge, to pay himself, and Mr. Wordsworth, another visit. At about the same time, I received the following corroborative invitation from Mr. Wordsworth.

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"DEAR COTTLE, We look for you with great impatience. We will never forgive you if you do not come. I say nothing of the Salisbury Plain' till I see you. I am determined to finish it, and equally so that you shall publish. "I have lately been busy about another plan, which I do not wish to mention till I see you; let this be very, very soon, and stay a week if possible; as much longer as you can. God bless you, dear Cottle; yours sincerely,

"W. WORDSWORTH.'

"Allfoxden, 9th May, 1798.'

sider yourself only; as to us, although money is necessary to our plan, [that of visiting Germany,] yet the plan is not necessary to our happiness; and if it were, W. would sell his Poems for that sum to some one else, or we could procure the money without selling the Poems. So I entreat you, again and again, in your answer, which must be immediate, consider yourself only.

summer;

"Wordsworth has been caballed against so long and so loudly, that he has found it impossible to prevail on the tenant of the Allfoxden estate, to let him the house, after their first agreement is expired, so he must quit it at Midhim a house and furniture near Stowey, we whether we shall be able to procure know not, and yet we must: for the hills, and the woods, and the streams, and the sea, and the shores would break forth into reproaches against us, if we did not strain every nerve to keep their Poet among them. Without joking, and in serious sadness, Poole and I cannot endure to think of losing him.

"At all events, come down, Cottle, as soon as you can, but before Midsummer, and we will procure a horse easy as thy own soul, and we will go on a roam to Linton and Limouth, which, if thou comest in May, will be in all their pride of woods and waterfalls, not to speak of its august cliffs, and the green ocean and the vast

"The following letter also on this subject, valley of stones, all which live disdainful of the was received from Mr. Coleridge:

"MY DEAR COTTLE,-Neither Wordsworth nor myself could have been otherwise than uncomfortable, if any but yourself had received from us the first offer of our Tragedies, and of the volume of Wordsworth's Poems. At the same time, we did not expect that you could with prudence and propriety advance such a sum as we should want at the time we specified. In short, we both regard the publication of our Tragedies as an evil. It is not impossible but that in happier times they may be brought on the stage: and to throw away this chance for a mere trifle, would be to make the present mo ment act fraudulently and usuriously towards the future time.

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My Tragedy employed and strained all my thoughts and faculties for six or seven months: Wordsworth consumed far more time, and far more thought, and far more genius. We consider the publication of them an evil on any terms; but our thoughts were bent upon a plan, for the accomplishment of which a certain sum of money was necessary (the whole) at that particular time, and in order to this we resolved, although reluctantly, to part with our Tragedies: that is, if we could obtain thirty guineas for each, and at less than thirty guineas Wordsworth will not part with the copy-right of his volume of Poems. We shall offer the Tragedies to no one, for we have determined to procure the money some other way, If you choose the volume of Poems, at the price mentioned, to be paid at the time specified, i. e., thirty guineas, to be paid sometime in the last fortnight of July, you may have them; but remember, my dear fellow! I write to you now merely as a bookseller, and entreat you, in your answer to con

seasons, or accept new honors only from the winter's snow. At all events, come down, and cease not to believe me much and affectionately your friend,

'S. T. COLERIDGE.'

"In consequence of these conjoint invitations, I spent a week with Mr. C. and Mr. W. at Allfoxden. At this interview it was determined, that the volume should be published under the title of Lyrical Ballads,' on the terms stipulated in a former letter: that this volume should not contain the poem of 'Salisbury Plain,' but only an extract from it; that it should not contain the poem of 'Peter Bell,' but consist rather of sundry shorter poems, and, for the most part, of pieces more recently written. I had recommended two volumes, but one was fixed on, and that to be published anonymously. It was to be begun immediately, and with the Ancient Mariner;' which poem I brought with me to Bristol."

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"A visit to Mr. Coleridge, at Stowey, in the year 1797, had been the means of my introduction to Mr. Wordsworth. Soon after our acquaintance had commenced, Mr. Wordsworth happened to be in Bristol, and asked me to spend a day or two with him at Allfoxden. I consented, and drove him down in a gig. We called for Mr. Coleridge, Miss Wordsworth, and the servant, at Stowey, and they walked, while we rode on to Mr. Wordsworth's house, (distant two or three miles,) where we proposed to dine. A London Alderman would smile at our bill-offare. It consisted of philosophers' viands; namely, a bottle of brandy, a noble loaf, and a stout piece of cheese; and as there were plenty of lettuces in the garden, with all these comforts we calculated on doing very well.

"Our fond hopes, however, were somewhat damped, by finding that our stout piece of cheese' had vanished! A sturdy rat of a beggar, whom we had relieved on the road, with his olfactories all alive, no doubt, smelt our cheese, and while we were gazing at the magnificent clouds, contrived to abstract our treasure! Cruel tramp! An ill return for our pence! We both wished the rind might not choke him! The mournful fact was ascertained a little before we drove into the court-yard of the house. Mr. Coleridge bore the loss with great fortitude, observing, that we should never starve with a loaf of bread and a bottle of brandy. He now, with the dexterity of an adept (admired by his friends around) unbuckled the horse, and, putting down the shafts, with a jerk, as a triumphant conclusion of his work, lo! the bottle of brandy, that had been placed most carefully behind us, on the seat, from the inevitable law of gravity, suddenly rolled down, and, before we could arrest the spirituous avalanche, pitching right on the stones, was dashed to pieces! We all beheld the spectacle, silent and petrified! We might have collected the broken fragments of glass, but, the brandy! that was gone! clean gone!

started into one of our minds, that some sauce would render the lettuces a little more acceptable, when an individual in the company recollected a question once propounded by the most patient of men, How can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt?' and asked for a little of that valuable culinary article. 'Indeed, Sir,' Betty replied, I quite forgot to buy salt.' A general laugh followed the announcement, in which our host heartily joined. This was nothing. We had plenty of other good things, and while crunching our suculents, and munching our crusts, we pitied the far worse condition of those, perchance as hungry as ourselves, who were forced to dine, alone, off æther. For our next meal, the inile-off village furnished all that could be desired, and these trifling incidents present the sum, and the result, of half the little passing disasters of life.

"The volume of the Lyrical Ballads' was published about Midsummer, 1798. In September of the same year, Mr. Coleridge and Mr. Wordsworth left England for Germany, and I for ever quitted the business of a bookseller."

"As a curious literary fact, I might mention, that the sale of the first edition of the 'Lyrical Ballads,' was so slow, and the severity of most of the Reviews so great, that its progress to oblivion seemed ordained to be as rapid as it was certain. I had given thirty guineas for the

"One little untoward thing often follows another, and while the rest stood musing, chained to the place, regaling themselves with the Cogniac effluvium, and all miserably cha-copy-right, as detailed in the preceding letters: grined, I led the horse to the stable, when a fresh perplexity arose. I removed the harness without difficulty, but after many strenuous attempts, I could not get off the collar. In despair, I called for assistance, when aid soon drew near. Mr. Wordsworth first brought his ingenuity into exercise, but after several unsuccessful efforts, he relinquished the achievement, as altogether impracticable. Mr. Coleridge now tried his hand. but showed no more grooming skill than his predecessors; for after twisting the poor horse's neck, almost to strangulation, and to the great danger of his eyes, he gave up the useless task, pronouncing that the horse's head must have grown (gout or dropsy!) since the collar was put on for,' said he, 'it was a downright impossibility for such a huge Os Frontis to pass through so narrow a collar! Just at this instant the servant girl came near, and understanding the cause of our consternation, La. master,' said she, 'you do not go about the work in the right way. You should do like this,' when turning the collar completely upside down, she slipped it off in a moment, to our great humiliation and wonderment; each satisfied, afresh, that there were heights of knowledge in the world to which he had not attained.

but the heavy sale induced me to part with the
largest proportion of the impression of five hun-
dred, at a loss, to Mr. Arch, a London book-
seller. After this transaction had occurred, I.
received a letter from Mr. Wordsworth, written
the day before he set sail for the Continent, re-
questing me to make over my interest in the
Lyrical Byllads' to Mr. Johnson, of St. Paul's
Church-yard This I could not have done, had
I been so disposed, as the engagement had been
made with Mr. Arch.

"We were now summoned to dinner, and a dinner it was, such as every blind and starving man in the three kingdoms would have rejoiced to behold. At the top of the table stood a superb brown loaf. The centre dish presented a pile of the true coss lettuces, and at the bottom appeared an empty plate, where the 'stout piece of cheese' ought to have stood! (cruel mendicant!) and though the brandy was clean gone. yet its place was well, if not better supplied by a superabundance of fine sparkling Castalian Champagne! A happy thought at this time

"On Mr. Wordsworth's return to England, I addressed a letter to him explaining the reasons why I could not comply with his request, to which he thus replied:

"MY DEAR COTTLE,―I perceive that it would have been impossible for you to comply with my request, respecting the Lyrical Ballads,' as you had entered into a treaty with Arch. How is the copy-right to be diposed of when you quit the bookselling business? We were much amused with the 'Anthology.' Your poem of the 'Killerop' we liked better than any; only we regretted that you did not save the poor little innocent's life, by some benevolent art or other. You might have managed a little pathetic incident, in which nature appearing forcibly in the child, might have worked in some way or other upon its superstitious destroyer.

"We have spent our time pleasantly enough in Germany, but we are right glad to find ourselves in England, for we have learned to know its value. We left Coleridge well at Gottingen, a month ago.

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'God bless you, my dear Cottle. "Your affectionate friend, 'W. WORDSWORTH.' "Soon after the receipt of the above, I received another letter from Mr. Wordsworth,

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kindly urging me to pay him a visit in the north, were to be admitted into their number, but tried in which, as an inducement, he says: and incorruptible characters; and he felt quite assured, that he and his friends would be able to realize a state of society, free from the evils and turmoils that then agitated the world, and present an example of the eminence to which men might arrive under the unrestrained influ

Write to me beforehand, and I will accompany you on a tour. You will come by Greta-bridge, which is about twenty miles from this place, (Stockburn ;) and after we have seen all the curiosities of that neighborhood, I will accompany you into Cum-ence of sound principles. berland and Westmoreland." * * * *

'God bless you, dear Cottle.

"Not too much to discourage the enthusiastic aspirant after happiness, I forebore all reference 'W. W.' to the prolific accumulation of difficulties to be "A short time after the receipt of this invita- surmounted, and merely inquired who were to tion. Mr. Coleridge arrived in Bristol from Ger- compose his company? He said that only four many, and as he was about to pay Mr. Words-had, as yet, absolutely engaged in the enter worth a visit, he pressed me to accompany him. Prise; Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from CamIn this interview with Mr. Wordsworth, the sub-bridge, (in whom I understood the plan to have ject of the Lyrical Ballads' was mentioned originated;) Robert Southey, and George Burnet from Oxford, and himself. 'Well,' I rebut once, and that casually, and only to account for its failure! which Mr. W. ascribed to two plied, when do you set sail?' He answered, Very shortly. I soon expect my friends from causes; first, the Ancient Mariner,' which, he the Universities, when all the preliminaries will said, no one seemed to understand; and 2ndly, be adjusted, and we shall joyfully cross the blue waves of the Atlantic.' 'But,' said I, 'to freight a ship, and sail out in the high style of gentlemen agriculturists, will require funds. do you manage this? We all contribute what we can,' said he, and I shall introduce all my dear friends to you, immediately on their arrival in Bristol.'

the unfavorable notice of most of the Reviews.

"On my reaching London, having an account to settle with Messrs. Longman and Rees, the booksellers, of Paternoster Row, I sold them all my copy-rights, which were valued as one lot, by a third party. On my next seeing Mr. Longman, he told me, that in estimating the value of the copy-rights, Fox's Achmed,' and Wordsworth's Lyrical Ballads,' were reckoned as nothing. That being the case,' I replied, as both these authors are my personal friends, I should be obliged, i' you would return me again these two copy-rights, that I may have the plea sure of presenting them to the respective writers.' Mr. Longman answered, with his accustomed liberality, You are welcome to them.' On my reaching Bristol, I gave Mr. Fox his receipt for twenty guineas; and on Mr. Coleridge's return from the north, I gave him Mr. Wordsworth's receipt for his thirty guineas; so that whatever advantage has arisen, subsequently, from the sale of this volume of the Lyrical Ballads,' has pertained exclusively to Mr. W.

"I have been the more particular in these statements, as it furnishes, perhaps, the most remarkable instance on record, of a volume of Poems remaining for so long a time, almost totally neglected, and afterwards acquiring; and that almost rapidly, so much deserved popularity."

We now take leave of Wordsworth, to converse with Southey, whose regular, punctual habits contrast amusingly with the random temperament of Coleridge. We will string together the extracts, selecting those in which Southey is conspicuous.

"At the close of the year 1794, a clever young quaker, of the name of Robert Lovell, who had married a Miss Fricker, informed me that a few friends of his from Oxford and Cambridge, with himself, were about to sail to America, and on the banks of the Susquehannah to form a 'Social Colony; in which there was to be a community of property, and where all that was elfish was to be proscribed. None, he said,

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called on me, and introduced Robert Southey. "One morning, shortly after, Robert Lovell Never will the impression be effaced produced sessing great suavity of manners; an eye piercon me by this young man Tall, dignified, posing, with a countenance full of genius, kindliness, and intelligence. I gave him at once the right hand of fellowship, and, to the present moment, it has never, on either side, been

withdrawn."

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"The solicitude I felt, lest these young and ardent geniuses should, in a disastrous hour, and in their mistaken apprehensions, commit themselves in this their desperate undertaking, was happily dissipated, by Mr. Coleridge applying for the loan of a little cash-to pay the voyagers-freight? or passage ?—No, Lodgings. They all lodged, at this time, at No. 48, College-Street. Never did I lend money with such unmingled pleasure, for now I ceased to be haunted day and night with the spectre of the ship! the ship! which was to effect such incalculable mischief."

"Meeting Mr. Southey, I said to him, 'I have engaged to give Mr. Coleridge thirty guineas equal to a volume, and if you approve of it, I will for a volume of his Poems; you have Poems give you the same. He cordially thanked me, and instantly acceded to my proposal.

"I then said to him, 'You have read me several books of your 'Joan of Arc,' which poem I perceive has great merit. If it meet with your concurrence, I will give you fifty guineas for this work, and publish it in quarto, when I will give you, in addition, fifty copies to dispose of amongst your friends. Without a moment's hesitation, to this proposal also he acceded.

"I could say much of Mr. Southey, at this time; of his constitutional cheerfulness; of the polish of his manners; of his dignified, and at the same time, of his unassuming deportment;

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EARLY RECOLLECTIONS OF SOUTHEY AND WORDSWORTH.

as well as of the general respect, which his talents, conduct, and conversation excited."

to the Wye, including Piercefield and Tintern Abbey; objects new to us all. It so happened, the day we were to set off, was that immediately following the woeful disappointment! but here, all was punctuality. It was calculated that the proposed objects might be accomplished in two days, so as not to interfere with the Friday evening's lecture, which Mr. Southey had now wisely determined to deliver himself

"I had an opportunity of introducing Mr. Southey, at this time, to the eldest Mrs. More, who invited him down to spend some whole day with her sister Hannah, at their then residence. Cowslip Green. On this occasion, as requested, I accompanied him. The day was full of converse. On my meeting one of the ladies, soon after, "After dinner an unpleasant altercation ocI was gratified to learn that Mr. S. equally pleased all five of the sisters. She said he was curred between the two Pantisocratians! Mr. brim full of Literature, and one of the most Southey, whose regular habits scarcely renderelegant and intellectual young men they had ed it a virtue in him never to fail in an engagement, expressed to Mr. Coleridge his deep feel"Mr. Coleridge and Mr. Southey now deter-ings of regret that his audience should have mined, by their best efforts, in other ways than been disappointed on the preceding evening; those detailed, to raise money for their projected reminding him that unless he had determined expedition. They resolved, therefore, to give punctually to fulfil his voluntary engagement, the citizens of Bristol individual lectures, or series he ought not to have entered upon it. Mr. ColeThis excited a remonof lectures, on different subjects. Mr. Coleridge ridge thought the delay of the lecture of little chose Political and Moral subjects; Mr. or no consequence. Southey chose History."

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strance, which produced a reply. At first I in"The lectures of Mr. Southey were numer-terfered with a few conciliatory words, which ously attended, and their composition was greatly admired; exhibiting, as they did, a succinct view of the various subjects commented upon, so as to chain the hearer's attention. They, at the same time, evinced great self-possession in the lecturer; a peculiar grace in the delivery; with reasoning so judicious and acute, as to excite astonishment in the auditory, that so young a man should concentrate so rich a fund of valuable matter in lectures, comparatively, so brief, and which clearly authorized the anticipation of his future eminence.

were unavailing; and these two friends, about to exhibit to the world a glorious example of the effects of concord and sound principles, with an exemption from all the selfish and unsocial passions, fell, alas! into the common lot of humanity, and, in so doing, must have demonstrated, even to themselves, the rope of sand to which they had confided their destinies.

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"A little cessation in the storm afforded me the opportunity of stepping forward, and remarking, that the wisest way was to forget the past, and to remember only the pleasant objects In this opinion the ladies concurred, before us. when placing a hand of one of the dissentients in that of the other, the hearty salutation went round, and, with our accustomed spirits, we prepared once more for Piercefield and the Abbey."

"No public lecturer could have received stronger proofs of approbation than Mr. Southey, from a polite and discriminating audience. Mr. Coleridge solicited permission of Mr. Southey, to deliver his fourth lecture, On the Rise, Progress, and Decline of the Roman Empire,' as a "In the spirit of impartiality, it now devolves subject to which he had devoted much attention.' The request was immediately granted, on me to state a temporary misunderstanding and at the end of the third lecture, it was for- between the two Pantisocratians themselves, in mally announced to the audience, that the next the autumn of 1795. It is difficult to assign any lecture would be delivered by Mr. Samuel other reason for the wild scheme of PantisoAt its first announceTaylor Coleridge, of Jesus College, Cambridge.' cracy, than the inexperience of youth, acting on At the usual hour the room was thronged. The sanguine imaginations. moment of commencement had arrived. No ment, every reflecting mind saw that the plan, lecturer appeared! Patience was preserved for in its nature, and in the agents who were to a quarter, extending to half an hour!- but carry it into effect, was obnoxious to insurstill no lecturer! At length it was commu-mountable objections; but the individuals with nicated to the impatient assemblage, that a whom the design originated, were young, arcircumstance, exceedingly to be regretted! dent, and enthusiastic, and at that time enterwould prevent Mr. Coleridge from giving his tained views of society erroneous in themselves, lecture that evening, as intended.' Some few and which experience only could correct. The present learned the truth, but the major part of fullest conviction was entertained by their the company retired, not very well pleased, and friends, that, as reason established itself in their under the impression that Mr. C. had either minds, the delusion would vanish; and that broken his leg, or that som severe family af- they themselves would soon smile at extravafliction had occurred. Mr. C.'s rather habitual gances which none but their own ingenious absence of mind, with the little importance he order of minds could have devised: but when generally attached to engagements, renders it the dissension occurred, before noticed, at Cheplikely, that, at this very time he might have stow, Mr. Southey must have had conviction been found, at No. 48 College Street, com- dash on his mind, that the habits of himself and posedly smoking his pipe, and lost in profound his friend were so essentially opposed as to render harmony and success impossible. musings on his divine Susquehannah! "Mr. Southey now addressed a temperate "Wishing to gratify my two young friends (and their ladies elect) with a pleasant excur-letter to Mr. Coleridge, stating that circumsion, I invited them to accompany me, in a visit stances and his own views had so altered, as to

render it necessary in him candidly to state, that he must abandon Pantisocracy, and the whole scheme of colonizing in America.

"On the receipt of Mr. Southey's letter, a tumult and re-action were excited in Mr. Coleridge's spirit, that filled the whole circle of their mutual friends with grief and dismay. This unexpected effect, perhaps, may be ascribed to the consciousness, first seriously awakened in Mr. Coleridge's mind, of the erroneous principles on which all his calculations had been founded. He perceived at length (it may be) that he had been pursuing a phantom; and the conviction must have been associated with selfupbraidings. Charges of desertion' flew thick around: of a want of principle;' of dishonor. able retraction, in a compact the most solemn and binding.'

"Mr. Southey acted with the strictest honor and propriety, and in such a way as any wise man, under such circumstances, would have acted. The great surprise with their friends was, that the crisis should not earlier have occurred.

"Mr. Southey, a day or two after this unhappy difference, set off on his Spanish and Portuguese expedition. On his return to Bristol, in the next year, as the whole misunderstanding between himself and Mr. Coleridge was the effect of transient feeling, that extended not to the heart, on their meeting, an easy reconciliation was effected."

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dog, and he will probably bite you; the cat will come if you call her Meeth-tha,' but 'puss' is an outlandish phrase she has not been accustomed to. Last night I went to supper to the fleas, and an excellent supper they made; and the cats serenaded me with their execrable Spanish: to lie all night in Bowling-green Lane, (a rough road near Tintern, which he thus ironically named,) would be to enjoy the luxury of soft and smooth lying.

"At sight of land a general shaving took place; no subject could be better for Bunbury, than a packet cabin taken at such a moment. For me, I am as yet whiskered, for I would not venture to shave on board, and have had no razor on shore till this evening. Custom-house officers are more troublesome here than in England, I have however got every thing at last. You may form some idea of the weather we endured, thirty fowls over-head were drowned; the ducks got loose and ran with a party of half-naked Dutchmen into our cabin; 'twas a precious place, eight men lying on a shelf much like a coffin.

"The bookseller's shop was a great comfort; the Consul here has paid me particular attentions, and I am to pass to-morrow morning with him, when he will give me some directions concerning Spanish literature. He knows the chief literary men in England, and did know Brissot and Petion. Good night, they are going to supper. Oh, their foul oils and wines.

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"It was mentioned that Mr. Southey was the "Tuesday morning-I have heard of hearts first to abandon the scheme of American colon- as hard as rocks, and stones, and adamants, but ization; and that, in confirmation, towards the if ever I write upon a hard heart, my simile conclusion of 1795, he accompanied his uncle, shall be as inflexible as a bed in a Spanish Pothe Rev. Herbert Hill, (Chaplain to the English sada; we had beef-steaks for supper last night, factory at Lisbon,) through some parts of and a sad libel upon beef-steaks they were. Spain and Portugal; of which occurrence, Mr wish you could see our room; a bed in an open Southey's entertaining Letters' from those recess, one just moved from the other corner. countries are the result; bearing testimony to Raynsford packing his trunk; Maber shaving his rapid accumulation of facts, and the accu- himself; tables and chairs; looking-glass hung racy of his observations on persons and things. even too high for a Patagonian; the four evanMr. Southey having sent me a letter from Co-gelists, &c., the floor beyond all filth most runna, and another from Lisbon, I shall here (with his permission) gratify the reader by presenting them for his perusal. (The following are the chief passages):

"Corunna, Dec. 15th, 1795. "Indeed, my dear friend, it is strange that you are reading a letter from me at this time, and not an account of our shipwreck. We left Falmonth on Tuesday mid-day; the wind was fair till the next night, so fair that we were within twelve hours sail of Corunna; it then turned round, blew a tempest, and continued so till the middle of Saturday. Our dead lights were up fifty hours, and I was in momentary expectation of death. You know what a situation this is. I forgot my sickness, and though thought much of the next world, thought more of those at Bristol, who would daily expect let ters; daily be disappointed, and at last learn from the newspapers that the Lauzarotte had

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ROBERT SOUTHEY."

"Lisbon, Feb. 1st, 1796. "Certainly I shall hear from Mr. Cottle, by the first packet,' said I.-Now I say, 'Probably I may hear by the next,' so does experience abate the sanguine expectations of man. What, could you not write one letter? and here am Í writing not only to all my friends in Bristol, but, to all in England. Indeed I should have been vexed, but the packet brought a letter from Edith, and the pleasure that gave me allowed no feeling of vexation. What of 'Joan? Mr. Coates tells me it gains upon the public, but authors seldom hear the plain truth. I am anxIious that it should reach a second edition, that I may write a new preface, and enlarge the last book. I shall omit all in the second book which Coleridge wrote.

"Of all things it is most difficult to under-I stand the optimism of this difference of language; the very beasts of the country do not understand English. Say 'poor fellow' to a

"Bristol deserves panegyric instead of satire. I know of no mercantile place so literary. Here am spending my mornings so pleasantly, as books, only books, can make them, and sitting at evening the silent spectator of card-playing and dancing. The English here unite the spirit

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