Charles Lamb to Sarah Hutchinson From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. 223 Mary Lamb to Matilda Betham. 226 Charles Lamb to Sarah Hutchinson From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. 227 Charles Lamb to Thomas Manning. Dec. 25 Mr. Hazlitt's text (Bohn) with alterations. 229 Charles Lamb to William Wordsworth From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. 230 Charles Lamb to William Wordsworth April 26 From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. 231 Charles Lamb to Matilda Betham 232 Charles Lamb to William Wordsworth From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original, 233 Mary Lamb to Sarah Hutchinson From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. Mary Lamb to Dorothy Wordsworth Charles Lamb to Dorothy Wordsworth From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. 550 552 248 555 249 247 Charles Lamb to Thomas Manning. May 28 Mr. Hazlitt's text (Bohn) with alterations. Charles Lamb to William Wordsworth June 7 From Mr. Gordon Wordsworth's original. (Original in the possession of the Master Late in year Mr. Hazlitt's text (Bohn) with alterations. 258 Mary Lamb to Mrs. Vincent Novello. Spring From the Cowden Clarkes' Recollections THE LETTERS OF CHARLES AND MARY LAMB 1796-1820 LETTER I CHARLES LAMB TO S. T. COLERIDGE [Postmark May 27, 1796.] EAR C DE make yourself perfectly easy about May. I was flush I paid his bill, when I sent your clothes. of money, and am so still to all the purposes of a single life, so give yourself no further concern about it. would be superfluous to me, if I had it. The money With regard to Allen,-the woman he has married has some money, I have heard about £200 a year, enough for the maintenance of herself & children, one of whom is a girl nine years old! so Allen has dipt betimes into the cares of a family. very seldom see him, & do not know whether he has given up the Westminster hospital. I When Southey becomes as modest as his predecessor Milton, and publishes his Epics in duodecimo, I will read 'em, -a Guinea a book is somewhat exorbitant, nor have I the opportunity of borrowing the Work. The extracts from it in the Monthly Review and the short passages in your Watchman seem to me much superior to any thing in his partnership account with Lovell. Your poems I shall procure forthwith. There were noble lines in what you inserted in one of your Numbers from Religious Musings, but I thought them elaborate. I am somewhat glad you have given up that Paper-it must have been dry, unprofitable, and of "dissonant mood to your disposition. I wish you success in all your undertakings, and a ( glad to hear you are employed about the Evidences of Religion. There is need of multiplying such books an hundred fold in this philosophical age to prevent converts to Atheism, for they seem too tough disputants to meddle with afterwards. I am sincerely sorry for Allen, as a family man particularly. He has got Le Grice is gone to make puns in Cornwall. a tutorship to a young boy, living with his Mother, a widow Lady. He will of course initiate him quickly in "whatsoever things are lovely, honorable, and of good report." He has cut Miss Hunt compleatly, the poor Girl is very ill on the Occasion, but he laughs at it, and justifies himself by saying, "she does not see him laugh." Coleridge, I know not what suffering scenes you have gone through at Bristol-my life has been somewhat diversified of late. The 6 weeks that finished last year and began this your very humble servant spent very agreeably in a mad house at Hoxton-I am got somewhat rational now, and don't bite any one. But mad I was—and many a vagary my imagination played with me, enough to make a volume if all told. My Sonnets I have extended to the number of nine since I saw you, and will some day communicate to you. I am beginning a poem in blank verse, which if I finish I publish. White is on the eve of publishing (he took the hint from Vortigern) Original letters of Falstaff, Shallow &c—, a copy you shall have when it comes out. They are without exception the best imitations I ever saw. Coleridge, it may convince you of my regards for you when I tell you my head ran on you in my madness, as much almost as on another Person, who I am inclined to think was the more immediate cause of my temporary frenzy. The sonnet I send you has small merit as poetry but you will be curious to read it when I tell you it was written in my prison-house in one of my lucid Intervals. TO MY SISTER If from my lips some angry accents fell, And troubled thoughts, clouding the purer well, |