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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Anne Dorothea Bridget Benson Montagu, [Summer 1827]

Contents vol. VI
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Appendix I
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List of Letters
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[Summer, 1827.]

DEAR Madam,—I return your List with my name. I should be sorry that any respect should be going on towards [Clarkson,] and I be left out of the conspiracy. Otherwise I frankly own that

1 Daughter of S. T. Coleridge, Esq.; an accomplished linguist in the Greek and Latin tongues, and translatress of a History of the Abipones.

to pillarize a man’s good feelings in his lifetime is not to my taste. Monuments to goodness, even after death, are equivocal. I turn away from
Howard’s, I scarce know why. Goodness blows no trumpet, nor desires to have it blown. We should be modest for a modest man—as he is for himself. The vanities of Life—Art, Poetry, Skill military, are subjects for trophies; not the silent thoughts arising in a good man’s mind in lonely places. Was I C[larkson,] I should never be able to walk or ride near —— again. Instead of bread, we are giving him a stone. Instead of the locality recalling the noblest moment of his existence, it is a place at which his friends (that is, himself) blow to the world, “What a good man is he!” I sat down upon a hillock at Forty Hill yesternight—a fine contemplative evening,—with a thousand good speculations about mankind. How I yearned with cheap benevolence! I shall go and inquire of the stone-cutter, that cuts the tombstones here, what a stone with a short inscription will cost; just to say—“Here C. Lamb loved his brethren of mankind.” Everybody will come there to love. As I can’t well put my own name, I shall put about a subscription:

  s.   d.  
Mrs. —— 5   0  
Procter 2   6  
G. Dyer 1   0  
Mr. Godwin 0   0
Mrs. Godwin 0   0  
Mr. Irving   a watch-chain
Mr. ——   the proceeds of the first edition.*
  8   6  

I scribble in haste from here, where we shall be some time. Pray request Mr. M[ontagu] to advance the guinea for me, which shall faithfully be forthcoming; and pardon me that I don’t see the proposal in quite the light that he may. The kindness of his motives, and his power of appreciating the noble passage, I thoroughly agree in. With most kind regards to him, I conclude,

Dear Madam,
Yours truly,
C. Lamb.
From Mrs. Leishman’s,
Chase, Enfield.

* A capital book, by the bye, but not over saleable.