BIB_ID
402391
Accession number
MA 1581.34
Creator
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834.
Display Date
Spithead, 1803 April 6.
Credit line
Purchased from Benjamin Ifor Evans, 1954.
Description
1 item (4 pages, with address) ; 22.9 x 18.7 cm
Notes
Address panel with postmarks to "Sir George Beaumont, Bart / Grosvenor Square / London."
Written "Friday Night, April 6th 1804. Spithead, on board the Speedwell."
This letter is from a large collection of letters written to Sir George Howland Beaumont (1753-1827) and Lady Margaret Willes Beaumont (1758-1829) of Coleorton Hall and to other members of the Beaumont family. See collection-level record for more information (MA 1581.1-297).
This letter was formerly identified as MA 1581 (Coleridge) 11.
Written "Friday Night, April 6th 1804. Spithead, on board the Speedwell."
This letter is from a large collection of letters written to Sir George Howland Beaumont (1753-1827) and Lady Margaret Willes Beaumont (1758-1829) of Coleorton Hall and to other members of the Beaumont family. See collection-level record for more information (MA 1581.1-297).
This letter was formerly identified as MA 1581 (Coleridge) 11.
Provenance
Purchased as a gift of the Fellows from Benjamin Ifor Evans, 1954.
Summary
Admitting that Sir George's "...anxiety for my Health would be a strong Inducement to me to take care of it; adding his confused inner thoughts about his feelings; saying that their departure was delayed due to high winds, they hope to leave tomorrow but it is also possible they will be delayed for a fortnight; saying that he is feeling better, but is still depressed and does not have hope about his illness; discussing the transitions he has been through recently with traveling and eating and drinking; describing Portsmouth "...all are mock tars--the whole town is one huge Man of War of Brick & Mortar;" giving a description of the personality of the captain, the two passengers sitting next to him "the one a half pay Lieutenant, turned small Merchant, who with a bright eye over a yellow-purple face that betrays to me that half his Liver is gone or going, has said 4 or 5 times aloud, that wine never did any man any harm / & an unconscientiously fat Woman, who would have wanted Elbow Room on Salisbury Plain / a body that might have been in a less spendthrift mood of Nature sliced into a company, & a reasonable Slice allotted to her as Corporal! I think, I never saw so large a woman, such a monopolist, patentee, abstract, of superfluous Flesh!"; saying that Mr. J.C. Mottley will forward him his mail more frequently; saying how painful it is to him to say goodbye to them.
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