Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
        Charles Lamb to Edward Moxon, [14 July 1831]
        
        
          
        
        
          
        
       
      
      
      
      
     
     
    
    
    
    COLLIER’S Book would be right acceptable. And also a
                                    sixth vol. just publish’d of Nichols’s Illustrations of the Literary History of
                                        18th Century. I agree with you, and do yet not disagree ![]()
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![]() with W. W., as to H. It rejoyced my heart to read his friendly spirited mention
                                    of your publications. It might be a drawback to my pleasure, that he has tried
                                    to decry my “Nicky,” but on deliberate re- and reperusal of his censure I
                                    cannot in the remotest degree understand what he means to say. He and I used to
                                    dispute about Hell Eternities, I taking the affirmative. I love to puzzle
                                    atheists, and—parsons. I fancy it runs in his head, that I meant to rivet the
                                    idea of a personal devil. Then about the glorious three days! there was never a
                                    year or day in my past life, since I was pen-worthy, that I should not have
                                    written precisely as I have. Logic and modesty are not among
                                        H.’s virtues. Talfourd flatters me upon a poem which “nobody but I
                                        could have written,” but which I have neither seen nor heard
                                        of—“The
                                    Banquet,” or “Banqueting
                                    Something,” that has appeared in The Tatler. Know you of it? How capitally the
                                    Frenchman has analysed Satan! I was hinder’d, or I was about doing the
                                    same thing in English, for him to put into French, as I prosified Hood’s midsummer fairies. The garden of cabbage
                                    escap’d him, he turns it into a garden of pot herbs. So local allusions
                                    perish in translation. About 8 days before you told me of R.’s interview with the Premier, I, at
                                    the desire of Badams, wrote a letter to
                                    him (Badams) in the most moving terms setting forth the
                                    age, infirmities &c. of Coleridge.
                                    This letter was convey’d to [by] B. to his friend
                                        Mr. Ellice of the Treasury, Brother
                                    in Law to Lord Grey, who immediately
                                    pass’d it on [to] Lord Grey, who assured him of
                                    immediate relief by a grant on the King’s Bounty, which news
                                        E. communicated to B. with a
                                    desire to confer with me on the subject, on which I went up to The Treasury
                                    (yesterday fortnight) and was received by the Great Man with the utmost
                                    cordiality, (shook hands with me coming and going) a fine hearty Gentleman,
                                    and, as seeming willing to relieve any anxiety from me, promised me an answer
                                    thro’ Badams in 2 or 3 days at furthest. Meantime
                                        Gilman’s extraordinary
                                    insolent letter comes out in the Times! As to my acquiescing in this strange step, I told Mr.
                                        Ellice (who expressly said that the thing was renewable
                                    three-yearly) that I considered such a grant as almost equivalent to the lost
                                    pension, as from C.’s appearance and the
                                    representations of the Gilmans, I scarce could think
                                        C.’s life worth 2 years’ purchase. I did
                                    not know that the Chancellor had been previously applied to. Well, after seeing
                                        Ellice I wrote in the most urgent manner to the
                                        Gilmans, insisting on an immediate letter of
                                    acknowledgment from Coleridge, or them in his name to Badams, who not knowing
                                        C. had come forward so disinterestedly amidst his
                                    complicated illnesses and embarrassments, to use up an
                                    interest, which he may so well need, in favor of a stranger; and from that day
                                    not a letter has B. or even myself,
 with W. W., as to H. It rejoyced my heart to read his friendly spirited mention
                                    of your publications. It might be a drawback to my pleasure, that he has tried
                                    to decry my “Nicky,” but on deliberate re- and reperusal of his censure I
                                    cannot in the remotest degree understand what he means to say. He and I used to
                                    dispute about Hell Eternities, I taking the affirmative. I love to puzzle
                                    atheists, and—parsons. I fancy it runs in his head, that I meant to rivet the
                                    idea of a personal devil. Then about the glorious three days! there was never a
                                    year or day in my past life, since I was pen-worthy, that I should not have
                                    written precisely as I have. Logic and modesty are not among
                                        H.’s virtues. Talfourd flatters me upon a poem which “nobody but I
                                        could have written,” but which I have neither seen nor heard
                                        of—“The
                                    Banquet,” or “Banqueting
                                    Something,” that has appeared in The Tatler. Know you of it? How capitally the
                                    Frenchman has analysed Satan! I was hinder’d, or I was about doing the
                                    same thing in English, for him to put into French, as I prosified Hood’s midsummer fairies. The garden of cabbage
                                    escap’d him, he turns it into a garden of pot herbs. So local allusions
                                    perish in translation. About 8 days before you told me of R.’s interview with the Premier, I, at
                                    the desire of Badams, wrote a letter to
                                    him (Badams) in the most moving terms setting forth the
                                    age, infirmities &c. of Coleridge.
                                    This letter was convey’d to [by] B. to his friend
                                        Mr. Ellice of the Treasury, Brother
                                    in Law to Lord Grey, who immediately
                                    pass’d it on [to] Lord Grey, who assured him of
                                    immediate relief by a grant on the King’s Bounty, which news
                                        E. communicated to B. with a
                                    desire to confer with me on the subject, on which I went up to The Treasury
                                    (yesterday fortnight) and was received by the Great Man with the utmost
                                    cordiality, (shook hands with me coming and going) a fine hearty Gentleman,
                                    and, as seeming willing to relieve any anxiety from me, promised me an answer
                                    thro’ Badams in 2 or 3 days at furthest. Meantime
                                        Gilman’s extraordinary
                                    insolent letter comes out in the Times! As to my acquiescing in this strange step, I told Mr.
                                        Ellice (who expressly said that the thing was renewable
                                    three-yearly) that I considered such a grant as almost equivalent to the lost
                                    pension, as from C.’s appearance and the
                                    representations of the Gilmans, I scarce could think
                                        C.’s life worth 2 years’ purchase. I did
                                    not know that the Chancellor had been previously applied to. Well, after seeing
                                        Ellice I wrote in the most urgent manner to the
                                        Gilmans, insisting on an immediate letter of
                                    acknowledgment from Coleridge, or them in his name to Badams, who not knowing
                                        C. had come forward so disinterestedly amidst his
                                    complicated illnesses and embarrassments, to use up an
                                    interest, which he may so well need, in favor of a stranger; and from that day
                                    not a letter has B. or even myself, ![]()
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![]() received from Highgate, unless that
                                        publish’d one in the Times is meant as a
                                        general answer to all the friends who have stirr’d to do
                                            C. service! Poor C. is
                                    not to blame, for he is in leading strings.—I particularly wish you would read
                                    this part of my note to Mr. Rogers. Now
                                    for home matters—Our next 2 Sundays will be choked up with all the
                                        Sugdens. The third will be free, when we hope you will
                                    show your sister the way to Enfield and leave her with us for a few days. In
                                    the mean while, could you not run down some week day (afternoon, say) and sleep
                                    at the Horse Shoe? I want to have my 2d vol. Elias bound Specimen fashion, and to consult you
                                    about ’em. Kenney has just assured
                                    me that he has just touch’d £100 from the theatre; you are a damn’d
                                    fool if you dont exact your Tythe of him, and with that assurance I rest
 received from Highgate, unless that
                                        publish’d one in the Times is meant as a
                                        general answer to all the friends who have stirr’d to do
                                            C. service! Poor C. is
                                    not to blame, for he is in leading strings.—I particularly wish you would read
                                    this part of my note to Mr. Rogers. Now
                                    for home matters—Our next 2 Sundays will be choked up with all the
                                        Sugdens. The third will be free, when we hope you will
                                    show your sister the way to Enfield and leave her with us for a few days. In
                                    the mean while, could you not run down some week day (afternoon, say) and sleep
                                    at the Horse Shoe? I want to have my 2d vol. Elias bound Specimen fashion, and to consult you
                                    about ’em. Kenney has just assured
                                    me that he has just touch’d £100 from the theatre; you are a damn’d
                                    fool if you dont exact your Tythe of him, and with that assurance I rest 
    
    
    John Badams  (d. 1833)  
                  Educated at Edinburgh University, he was a Birmingham chemist and friend of Thomas
                        Carlyle. He married Louisa, daughter of Thomas Holcroft, in 1828.
               
 
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge  (1772-1834)  
                  English poet and philosopher who projected 
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
                        with William Wordsworth; author of 
Biographia Literaria (1817), 
On the Constitution of the Church and State (1829) and other
                        works.
               
 
    John Payne Collier  (1789-1883)  
                  English poet, journalist, antiquary, and learned editor of Shakespeare and Spenser; his
                        forgeries of historical documents permanently tarnished his reputation.
               
 
    Edward Ellice  (1783-1863)  
                  British merchant with the Hudson's Bay Company and Whig MP for Coventry (1818-26,
                        1830-63); he was a friend of Sir Francis Burdett and John Cam Hobhouse.
               
 
    James Gillman  (1782-1839)  
                  The Highgate surgeon with whom Coleridge lived from 1816 until his death in 1834; in 1838
                        he published an incomplete 
Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
               
 
    Charles Grey, second earl Grey  (1764-1845)  
                  Whig statesman and lover of the Duchess of Devonshire; the second son of the first earl
                        (d. 1807), he was prime minister (1831-34).
               
 
    Thomas Hood  (1799-1845)  
                  English poet and humorist who wrote for the 
London Magazine; he
                        published 
Whims and Oddities (1826) and 
Hood's
                            Magazine (1844-5).
               
 
    James Henry Leigh Hunt  (1784-1859)  
                  English poet, journalist, and man of letters; editor of 
The
                            Examiner and 
The Liberal; friend of Byron, Keats, and
                        Shelley.
               
 
    James Kenney  (1780-1849)  
                  Irish playwright, author of 
The World (1808); he was a friend of
                        Lamb, Hunt, Moore, and Rogers.
               
 
    John Nichols  (1745-1826)  
                  English printer, editor, biographer, bibliographer, and antiquary; he was the printer of
                        the 
Gentleman's Magazine from 1780 and its sole editor from
                        1792.
               
 
    Samuel Rogers  (1763-1855)  
                  English poet, banker, and aesthete, author of the ever-popular 
Pleasures of Memory (1792), 
Columbus (1810), 
Jaqueline (1814), and 
Italy (1822-28).
               
 
    Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd  (1795-1854)  
                  English judge, dramatist, and friend of Charles Lamb who contributed articles to the 
London Magazine and 
New Monthly
                        Magazine.
               
 
    William Wordsworth  (1770-1850)  
                  With Coleridge, author of 
Lyrical Ballads (1798), Wordsworth
                        survived his early unpopularity to succeed Robert Southey as poet laureate in 1843.
               
 
    
                  The Times.    (1785-). Founded by John Walter, The Times was edited by Thomas Barnes from 1817 to 1841. In the
                        romantic era it published much less literary material than its rival dailies, the 
 Morning Chronicle and the 
Morning
                        Post.