LORD  BYRON  and  his  TIMES
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My Friends and Acquaintance
Laman Blanchard V

Vol I Contents
Charles Lamb I
Charles Lamb II
Charles Lamb III
Charles Lamb IV
Charles Lamb V
Charles Lamb VI
Charles Lamb VII
Charles Lamb VIII
Charles Lamb IX
Charles Lamb X
Thomas Campbell I
Thomas Campbell II
Thomas Campbell III
Thomas Campbell IV
Thomas Campbell V
Thomas Campbell VI
Thomas Campbell VII
Lady Blessington I
Lady Blessington II
Lady Blessington III
Lady Blessington IV
Lady Blessington V
R. Plumer Ward I
R. Plumer Ward II
R. Plumer Ward III
R. Plumer Ward IV
R. Plumer Ward V
R. Plumer Ward VI
Appendix vol I
Vol II Contents
R. Plumer Ward VII
R. Plumer Ward VIII
R. Plumer Ward IX
R. Plumer Ward X
R. Plumer Ward XI
R. Plumer Ward XII
R. Plumer Ward XIII
R. Plumer Ward XIV
R. Plumer Ward XV
R. Plumer Ward XVI
R. Plumer Ward XVII
R. Plumer Ward XVIII
R. Plumer Ward XIX
R. Plumer Ward XX
R. Plumer Ward XXI
R. Plumer Ward XXII
R. Plumer Ward XXIII
Horace & James Smith I
Horace & James Smith II
William Hazlitt I
William Hazlitt II
William Hazlitt III
William Hazlitt IV
William Hazlitt V
William Hazlitt VI
William Hazlitt VII
William Hazlitt VIII
Appendix vol II
Vol III Contents
William Hazlitt IX
William Hazlitt X
William Hazlitt XI
William Hazlitt XII
William Hazlitt XIII
William Hazlitt XIV
William Hazlitt XV
William Hazlitt XVI
William Hazlitt XVII
William Hazlitt XVIII
William Hazlitt XIX
William Hazlitt XX
William Hazlitt XXI
William Hazlitt XXII
William Hazlitt XXIII
William Hazlitt XXIV
William Hazlitt XXV
William Hazlitt XXVI
Laman Blanchard I
Laman Blanchard II
Laman Blanchard III
Laman Blanchard IV
‣ Laman Blanchard V
Laman Blanchard VI
Laman Blanchard VII
Laman Blanchard VIII
R & T Sheridan I
R & T Sheridan II
R & T Sheridan III
R & T Sheridan IV
R & T Sheridan V
R & T Sheridan VI
R & T Sheridan VII
R & T Sheridan VIII
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The following letter relates to a review which Blanchard wrote in the New Monthly Magazine of my son’s Poems, when they were published as a volume some months afterwards:—


Dear Patmore,—That you so feel about the New Monthly Magazine is most gratifying to me.   *   *   *   *

“—— spoke kindly, yet as if some tiff with you were in the way, and he despaired of my pleasing all parties, which was the condition on which I was to have the two or three pages—afterwards extended, by special note, to three and a half, with a desire that I would take to the twenty-eighth of the month, rather than hurry or spoil it.   *   *

“I took care, under the circumstances, to
put my objections as strong as I honestly could, as I was anxious that it should not look like a partial and compromised notice.
B——’s letter satisfied C. that what I said in eulogy was tame and modest in comparison. That letter I was about to return when you wrote. It is all that was to be expected from such a mind and such a heart as his; and I feel happy in the thought that Coventry secures in him a valuable friend and adviser.   *   *   *

“You may tell Coventry that I have, for the first time, been reading Miss Barrett’s poems—one at least—and am raving about her. I thought her a pretender—God forgive me! Pray give my sincere regards to Mrs. Patmore.

“Yours ever,
“L. Blanchard.”

My son had been speaking to him about Miss Barrett’s (now Mrs. Browning’s) poetry at our last meeting. That exclamation—(“God forgive me!”)—is as beautiful and expressive in itself as it is characteristic of the writer; for Blanchard had a love and
reverence nothing less than religious for true poetry; it was the chief “means of salvation” to which he resorted when feeling himself (as he so often did) sold into the slavery of the actual world.

Even his own little volume—or rather the memory of it—though he attached anything but a high and exaggerated value to it, was worn like a secret talisman about his heart, to charm away the demon of Reality, to whose service he felt himself bound, body and soul.

And it must be observed here, with a view to what I have noted above, that with all his happy art of adapting himself to the circumstances and exigencies of his worldly position, they never ceased to press upon him; for his power of escaping them was an art, not the result of natural temperament; so that when real trials and troubles came he (alas!) sank beneath them.

The two following letters must be allowed to speak for themselves:—

“Sept. 10, 1843.

My dear Patmore,—When your note came I had just written to you, stating my
total ignorance of there being a notice in
Blackwood. I have since written to Coventry. But it now strikes me that I ought instantly to have replied to one allusion in your letter, though you put no question direct. If you suppose that the person you mention has directly or indirectly the remotest share in the attack, the suspicion is flagrantly and monstrously wrong. I will engage to swear that he is as innocent of any the least knowledge of it as you are. There is another person who, as a friend of ——, I may suppose you to have in your mind. I can say as much, or almost, for him. You must hunt in a totally opposite quarter. The thing itself I have not allowed myself to see. The last bitter outrage on Procter was my sickener.

“Ever yours truly,
“L. B.

“I do hope you are not allowing it to have more than its natural momentary effect on you. Injury it cannot do, except to your own feelings, which I allow for being ten times stronger of course than if you were ostensibly the person assailed.”

“Sept. 1843.

Dear Patmore,—There is reason to conclude I believe that —— is not the actual writer. Who is I have not yet learned, but he will get preciously slated for his pains. I was with Hunt and Procter last night, whose feelings on the subject are very strong, and seems quite indisposed to let the thing pass. I understood that he quite intends to notice it—and is considering how best to do so. —— tells me he means to scarify the wretch—I think, in ‘Punch.’ It has excited great indignation among us all.

“Yours ever,
“With kindest regards to Mrs. Patmore,
“L. Blanchard.”