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Letter from Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Keswick, to Robert Southey, 1801 May 6 : autograph manuscript signed.

BIB_ID
415334
Accession number
MA 1848.37
Creator
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834.
Display Date
Keswick, England, 1801 May 6.
Credit line
Purchased from Joanna Langlais, 1957.
Description
1 item (4 pages, with address) ; 23.9 x 19.8 cm
Notes
The fourth page of the letter contains an unsigned letter from Sara Coleridge, probably addressed to Edith, her sister. The text of this letter does not appear in the Collected Letters of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Coleridge gives the place of writing as "Greta Hall, Keswick."
This collection, MA 1848, is comprised of 92 letters from Samuel Taylor Coleridge to Robert Southey, written between 1794 and 1819. See the collection-level record for more information (MA 1848.1-92).
This letter is from the Joanna Langlais Collection, a large collection of letters written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge to various recipients. The collection has been divided into subsets, based primarily on Coleridge's addressees, and these sub-collections have been cataloged as MA 1848-1857.
Address panel with postmarks: "Mr C. Danvers / St James's Place / Kingsdown / Bristol / Single / (For Mr Southey)."
Provenance
Purchased from Joanna Langlais in 1957 as a gift of the Fellows, with the special assistance of Mrs. W. Murray Crane, Mr. Homer D. Crotty, Mr. and Mrs. Donald F. Hyde, Mr. Robert H. Taylor and Mrs. Landon K. Thorne. Formerly in the possession of Ernest Hartley Coleridge and Thomas Burdett Money-Coutts, Baron Latymer.
Summary
STC: Apologizing for having written such a gloomy letter; saying that since he wrote, he has had "another & more severe fit of Illness -- which has left me weak, very weak -- but with so calm a mind, that I am determined to believe, that this Fit was bonâ fide the last"; saying that he doesn't know if he will be able to spend the next winter in England; inviting Southey and his family to spend as much of the summer and autumn as possible with them, living at Greta Hall: "We have ample Room -- Room enough & more than enough -- and I am willing to believe, that the blessed Dreams, we dreamt some 6 years ago may be auguries of something really noble which we may yet perform together"; adding that they are waiting impatiently for a letter announcing his arrival; sending love to Edith; calling Derwent "the Boast of the County" and saying "the little River-God is as beautiful as if he had been the Child of Venus Anaduomene previously to her Emersion"; writing that they are worried about Hartley's health, though he is well at the moment: "if I were to lose him, I am afraid, it would exceedingly deaden my affection for any other children I may have"; including twenty-two lines of verse later published as the conclusion to Part II of "Christabel" and calling it a "very metaphysical account of Fathers calling their children rogues, rascals, & little varlets"; adding in a postscript "We shall have Pease, Beans, Turneps (with boiled Leg of mutton), cauliflowers, French Beans, &c &c -- endless! -- We have a noble Garden!"; SFC: saying that she and Wordsworth were angry at Coleridge for using the words "debt" and "want" because they thought it would shock Southey, "so we laught him into a sort of recantation -- but the thing is true"; listing to whom they owe money and what leeway they have for paying it over time; asserting that they will pay it all off as soon as Coleridge recovers: "he is a little hypochondriac that's all"; adding that a letter from Southey promising to come visit would help him mend; commenting on both her husband's and Hartley's illness, which she says seem to "prey upon his Father in his present weak State"; concluding the letter "I have just packed them off to Grasmere Dorothy Samuel and Hartley, Samuel wrote this while the Chaise was waiting -- (as usual -- the last minute) Hartley trying all the while to be gone -- Here's the coach! O dear I have no patience! I hate patience -- I will go -- I go by myself raving and screaming."