“I have two things to tell you, each good in its kind,—the first relating to the moon, the second to myself.
Ætat. 53. | OF ROBERT SOUTHEY. | 341 |
“It is not likely that you should recollect a poor, harmless, honest old man, who used to deliver the letters when you were at Keswick; Joseph Littledale is his name, and, if you remember him, it will be by a chronic, husky cough, which generally announced his approach. Poor Littledale has this day explained the cause of our late rains, which have prevailed for the last five weeks, by a theory which will probably be as new to you as it is to me. ‘I have observed,’ he says, ‘that, when the moon is turned upward, we have fine weather after it; but, if it is turned down, then we have a wet season; and the reason I think is, that when it is turned down, it holds no water, like a bason, you know, and then down it all comes.’ There, Grosvenor, it will be a long while before the march of intellect shall produce a theory as original as this, which I find, upon inquiry, to be the popular opinion here.
“Next concerning myself. A relation of my friend Miss Bowles heard at a dinner-party lately that Mr. Southey had become a decided Methodist, and was about to make a full avowal of his sentiments in a poem called the Sinner well saved.* ‘The title,’ said the speaker, ‘shows plainly what it is. But I have seen it; I have had a peep at it at the publisher’s, and such a rant!!’
“I am about to begin a paper upon Surtees’ History of the County of Durham for the next Quarterly Review, a subject which requires no more labour than
* A Roman Catholic legend, taken from the “Acta Sanctorum,” versified, and published in the collected edition of his poems, under the title of “All for Love; or a Sinner well saved.” |
342 | LIFE AND CORRESPONDENCE | Ætat. 53. |
“Wednesday, 31.— . . . . . I did not know that there was a folio edition of South. Six octavo volumes of his sermons were published during his life, five more after his death, from his manuscripts which had not been corrected for the press. The Oxford Edition comprises the whole in seven octavos. One sermon among the posthumous ones is remarkable, because it was evidently written (probably in his younger days) as a trial of skill, in imitation of Sir Thomas Brown. . . . .
“God bless you, my dear Grosvenor!