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LETTERS MANNING, WORDSWORTH, RICKMAN, AND
HAZLITT.-" MR. H." WRITTEN, ---ACCEPTED,--DAMNED.

What makes it the more extraordinary is, CHAPTER VIII.

that the man never saw me in his life that I

know of. I suppose he has heard of me. I (1804 to 1806.)

did not immediately recognise the donor;

but one of Richard's cards, which had acciThere is no vestige of Lamb's correspond- dentally fallen into the straw, detected him

in a moment. Dick, you know, was always ence in the year 1804, nor does he seem to have written for the press. This year, how- remarkable for flourishing. His card inever, added to his list of friends-one in ports, that orders (to wit, for brawn) from whose conversation he took great delight, any part of England, Scotland, or Ireland, uutil death severed them-William Hazlitt will be duly executed,'&c. At first, I thought This remarkable metaphysician and critic of declining the present; but Richard knew had then just completed his first work, my blind side when he pitched upon brawn.

'Tis of all my hobbies the supreme in the the “ Essay on the Principles of Human Action,” but had not entirely given up his eating way. He might have sent sops from hope of excelling as a painter. After a pro

the pan, skimmings, crumpets, chips, hog's fessional tour through part of England, lard, the tender brown judiciously scalped during which he satisfied his sitters better from a fillet of veal (dexterously replaced by than himself, he remained some time at the a salamander), the tops of asparagus, fugitive house of his brother, then practising as a

livers, runaway gizzards of fowls, the eyes portrait painter with considerable success ;

of martyred pigs, tender effusions of laxative and while endeavouring to procure a pub- woodcocks, the red spawn of lobsters,

leveret's lisher for his work, painted a portrait of

ears, and such pretty filchings Lamb, of which an engraving is prefixed to common to cooks; but these had been the present volume.* It is one of the last of ordinary presents, the everyday courtesies Hazlitt's efforts in an art which he after- of dish washers to their sweethearts. Brawn wards illustrated with the most exquisite was a noble thought. It is not every common criticism which the knowledge and love of gullet-fancier that can properly esteem of it. it could inspire.

It is like a picture of one of the choice old ! Among the vestiges of the early part of Italian masters. Its gusto is of that hidden 1805, are the four following letters to sort

. As Wordsworth sings of a modest poet, Manning. If the hero of the next letter, - you must love him, ere to you he will Mr. Richard Hopkins, is living, I trust he seem worthy of your love ;' so brawn, you will not repine at being ranked with those must taste it ere to you it will seem to have who

any taste at all. But 'tis nuts to the adept:

those that will send out their tongue and “Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame."

feelers to find it out. It will be wooed, and not unsought be won. “Now, ham-essence,

lobsters, turtle, such popular minions, abso“ 16, Mitre-court Buildings, lutely court you, lay themselves out to strike

“Saturday, 24th Feb. 1805. “ Dear Manning, I have been very unwell

you at first smack, like one of David's since I saw you. A sad depression of spirits, with the plain russet-coated wealth of a

pictures (they call him Darveed), compared a most unaccountable nervousness; from which I have been partially relieved by an Such are the obvious glaring heathen virtues

Titian or a Correggio, as I illustrated above. odd accident. You knew Dick Hopkins, the swearing scullion of Caius ? This fellow, by reserved collegiate worth of brawn. Do me

of a corporation dinner, compared with the industry and agility, has thrust himself into the favour to leave off the business which the important situations (no sinecures, believe me) of cook to Trinity Hall and Caius you may be at present upon, and go imme

diately to the kitchens of Trinity and Caius, College: and the generous creature has contrived, with the greatest delicacy imaginable,

and make my most respectful compliments to send me a present of Cambridge brawn. that his brawn is most excellent; and that I

to Mr. Richard Hopkins, and assure him Edition, 1837.

am moreover obliged to him for his innuendo

TO MR. MANNING.

TO MR. MANNING,

“ Yours,

TO MR, MANNING,

about salt water and bran, which I shall not fail to improve. I leave it to you whether you shall choose to pay him the civility of

“Dear Manning, I sent to Brown's inasking him to dinner while you stay in mediately. Mr. Brown (or Pijou, as he is Cambridge, or in whatever other way you called by the moderns) denied the having may best like to show your gratitude to

received a letter from you. The one for you my friend. Richard Hopkins, considered in he remembered receiving, and remitting to many points of view, is a very extraordinary Leadenhall Street; whither I immediately character. Adieu : I hope to see you to posted (it being the middle of dinner), my supper in London soon, where we will taste teeth unpicked. There I learned that if you Richard's brawn, and drink his health in a want a letter set right, you must apply at the cheerful but moderate cup. We have not first door on the left hand before one o'clock. many such men in any rank of life as Mr. R. I returned and picked my teeth. ' And this Hopkins. Crisp, the barber, of St. Mary's, morning I made my application in form, and was just such another. I wonder he never have seen the vagabond letter, which most sent me any little token, some chesnuts, or likely accompanies this. If it does not, I a puff, or two pound of hair: just to remember will get Rickman to name it to the Speaker, him by. Gifts are like nails. Præsens ut who will not fail to lay the matter before absens ; that is, your present makes amends Parliament the next sessions, when you may for your absence.

be sure to have all abuses in the Post C. LAMB."

Department rectified.

“N.B. There seems to be some informality epidemical. You direct yours to me in Mitre

Court; my true address is Mitre Court "Dear Archimedes - Things have gone on Buildings. By the pleasantries of Fortune, badly with thy ungeometrical friend; but who likes a joke or a double entendre as well they are on the turn. My old housekeeper as the best of us her children, there happens has shown signs of convalescence, and will to be another Mr. Lamb (that there should shortly resume the power of the keys, so I be two!!) in Mitre Court. sha'n't be cheated of my tea and liquors. “Farewell, and think upon it. C. L.” Wind in the west, which promotes tranquillity. Have leisure now to anticipate seeing thee again. Have been taking leave of tobacco in a rhyming address. Had thought that vein had long since closed up. “Dear Manning,--Certainly you could not Find I can rhyine and reason too. Think of have called at all hours from two till ten, for studying mathematics, to restrain the fire of we have been only out of an evening Monday my genius, which G. D. recommends. Have and Tuesday in this week. But if you think frequent bleedings at the nose, which shows you have, your thought shall go for the deed. plethoric. Maybe shall try the sea myself, We did pray for you on Wednesday night. that great scene of wonders. Got incredibly Oysters unusually luscious--pearls of extrasober and regular; shave oftener, and hum a ordinary magnitude found in them. I have tune, to signify cheerfulness and gallantry. made bracelets of them-given them in

"Suddenly disposed to sleep, having taken clusters to ladies. Last night we went out a quart of peas with bacon, and stout. Will in despite, because you were not come at you not refuse Nature, who has done such things hour. for me!

“This night we shall be at home, so shall “Nurse ! don't call me unless Mr. Manning we certainly both Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, comes.- What! the gentleman in spectacles ? and Wednesday. Take your choice, mind I -Yes.

don't say of one : but choose which evening “ Dormit.

C. L. you will not, and come the other four. Doors

open at five o'clock. Shells forced about * Hot Xoon,"

nine. Every gentleman smokes or not as he

C. L"

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pleases.

TO MISS WORDSWORTH.

During the last five years, tobacco had express my present ones, for I am only flat been at once Lamb's solace and his bane. In and stupid. the hope of resisting the temptation of late "I cannot resist transcribing three or four conviviality to which it ministered, he formed lines which poor Mary made upon a picture a resoiution, the virtue of which can be but (a Holy Family) which we saw at an auction dimly guessed, to abandon its use, and em- only one week before she left home. They bodied the floating fancies which had attended are sweet lines and upon a sweet picture. on his long wavering in one of the richest of But I send them only as the last memorial of his poems—“The Farewell to Tobacco.” 'her. After many struggles he divorced himself

'VIRGIN AND CHILD, L. DA VINCI. from his genial enemy; and though he after

• Maternal Lady with thy virgir-grace, wards renewed acquaintance with milder Heaven-born, thy Jesus seemeth sure,

And thou a virgin pure. dalliance, he ultimately abandoned it, and

Lady most perfect, when thy angel face was guiltless of a pipe in his later years. Men look upon, they wish to be The following letter, addressed while his A Catholic, Madonna fair, to worship thee.' sister was laid up with severe and protracted

“ You had her lines about the 'Lady illness, will show his feelings at this time.

Blanch.' You have not had some which she Its affecting self-upbraidings refer to no greater failings than the social indulgences which I had hung up where that print of

wrote upon a copy of a girl from Titian, against which he was manfully struggling.

Blanch and the Abbess (as she beautifully interpreted two female figures from L. da

Vinci) had hung in our room. 'Tis light and “14th June, 1805.

pretty. "My dear Miss Wordsworth,—I have every reason to suppose that this illness, like all • Who art thou, fair one, who usurp'st the place Mary's former ones, will be but temporary.

Of Blanch, the lady of the matchless grace?

Come, fair and pretty, tell to me But I cannot always feel so. Meantime she

Who in thy lifetime thou mightst be? is dead to me, and I miss a prop.

Thou pretty art and fair,

But with the Lady Blanch thou never must compare. strength is gone, and I am like a fool, bereft

No need for Blanch her history to tell, of her co-operation. I dare not think, lest I Whoever saw her face, they there did read it well; should think wrong; so used am I to look

But when I look on thee, I only know,

There lived a pretty maid some hundred years ago.' up to her in the least and the biggest perplexity. To say all that I know of her

“This is a little unfair, to tell so much would be more than I think anybody could about ourselves, and to advert so little to believe or ever understand; and when I hope your letter, so full of comfortable tidings of to have her well again with me, it would be you all. But my own cares press pretty sinning against her feelings to go about to close upon me, and you can make allowance. praise her ; for I can conceal nothing that I That you may go on gathering strength and do from her. She is older, and wiser, and peace is the next wish to Mary's recovery. better than me, and all my wretched imper-|| “I had almost forgot your repeated invitafections I cover to myself by resolutely tion. Supposing that Mary will be well and thinking on her goodness. She would share able, there is another ability which you may life and death, heaven and hell, with me. guess at, which I cannot promise myself. In She lives but for me ; and I know I have prudence we ought not to come. This illness been wasting and teasing her life for five will make it still more prudential to wait. years past incessantly with my cursed ways It is not a balance of this way of spending of going on. But even in this upbraiding of our money against another way, but an myself

, I am offending against her, for I absolute question of whether we shall stop know that she has cleaved to me for better, now, or go on wasting away the little we for worse ; and if the balance has been have got beforehand. My best love, however, against her hitherto, it was a noble trade. to you all; and to that most friendly creature, I am stupid, and lose myself in what I write. Mrs. Clarkson, and better health to her, when I write rather what answers to my feelings you sme or write to her. (which are sometimes sharp enough) than

“ CHARLES LAMB."

All my

TO MR. AND MISS WORDSWORTH.

The "Farewell to Tobacco" was shortly which is as much as you can expect from a after transmitted to Mr. and Miss Words- friend's wife, whom you got acquainted with worth with the following:

a bachelor. Some things too about Monkey, * which can't so well be written: how it set

up for a fine lady, and thought it had got

“Sept, 28th, 1805. lovers, and was obliged to be convinced of its "I wish you may think this a handsome age from the parish register, where it was farewell to my 'Friendly Traitress.' Tobacco proved to be only twelve; and an edict has been my evening comfort and my morning issued, that it should not give itself airs yet curse for these five years; and you know these four years; and how it got leave to be how difficult it is from refraining to pick called Miss, by grace : these, and such like one's lips even, when it has become a habit. hows, were in my head to tell you, but who This poem is the only one which I have can write ? Also how Manning is come to finished since so long as when I wrote town in spectacles, and studies physic; is *Hester Savory. I have had it in my head melancholy, and seems to have something in to do it these two years, but tobacco stood in his head, which he don't impart. Then, how its own light when it gave me headaches that I am going to leave off smoking. O la! your prevented my singing its praises. Now you Leonardos of Oxford made my mouth water. have got it, you have got all my store, for I I was hurried through the gallery, and they have absolutely not another line. No more escaped me. What do I say? I was a Goth has Mary. We have nobody about us that then, and should not have noticed them. I cares for poetry, and who will rear grapes ' had not settled my notions of beauty ;-I when he shall be the sole eater? Perhaps if have now for ever!—the small head, the you encourage us to show you what we may long eye,—that sort of peering curve,-the write, we may do something now and then wicked Italian mischief; the stick-at-nothing, before we absolutely forget the quantity of Herodias' daughter-kind of grace. You unan English line for want of practice. The derstand me? But you disappoint me, in 'Tobacco, being a little in the way of passing over in absolute silence the Blenheim Withers (whom Southey so much likes), Leonardo. Didn't you see it? Excuse a perhaps you will somehow convey it to him lover's curiosity. I have seen no pictures of with my kind remembrances. Then, every- note since, except Mr. Dawe's gallery. It is body will have seen it that I wish to see it, curious to see how differently two great men I having sent it to Malta.

treat the same subject, yet both excellent in "I remain, dear W. and D., yours truly, their way. For instance, Milton and Mr.

“ C. LAMB." Dawe. Mr. D. has chosen to illustrate the

story of Samson exactly in the point of

view in which Milton has been most happy: The following letter to Hazlitt bears date the interview between the Jewish hero, 18th Nov. 1805 ;

blind and captive, and Dalilah. Milton has imagined his locks grown again, strong as

horse-hair or porcupine's bristles ; doubtless * Dear Hazlitt, I was very glad to hear shaggy and black, as being hairs 'which, of a from you, and that your journey was so nation armed, contained the strength. I picturesque. We miss you, as we foretold we don't remember he says black; but could should. One or two things have happened, Milton imagine them to be yellow? Do which are beneath the dignity of epistolary you? Mr. Dawe, with striking originality of communication, but which, seated about our conception, has crowned him with a thin freside at night, (the winter hands of pork yellow wig, in colour precisely like Dyson's ; have begun,) gesture and emphasis might in curl and quantity, resembling Mrs.Pos; have talked into some importance. Some his limbs rather stout,--about such a man thing about -’s wife ; for instance, how as my brother or Rickman,—but no Atlas tall she is, and that she visits pranked up nor Hercules, nor yet so long as Dubois, the like a Queen of the May, with green * The daughter of a friend, whom Lamb exceedingly streamers: a good-natured woman though, liked from a child, and always called by this epitheto

TO MR. HAZLITT.

TO MR. HAZLITT.

clown of Sadler's Wells. This was judicious, and franks. Luck to Ned Search and the taking the spirit of the story rather than new art of colouring. Monkey sends her the fact; for doubtless God could communi- love; and Mary especially. cate national salvation to the trust of flax “ Yours truly,

C. LAMB." and tow as well as hemp and cordage, and could draw down a temple with a golden tress as soon as with all the cables of the British Lamb introduced Hazlitt to Godwin ; and navy.

we find him early in the following year thus “Wasn't you sorry for Lord Nelson? I writing respecting the offer of Hazlitt's work have followed him in fancy ever since I saw to Johnson, and his literary pursuits. him walking in Pall Mall, (I was prejudiced against him before,) looking just as a hero should look ; and I have been very much

“ Jan. 15th, 1806. cut about it indeed. He was the only pre “Dear Hazlitt,—Godwin went to Johnson's tence of a great man we had. Nobody is yesterday about your business. Johnson left of any name at all. His secretary died would not come down, or give any answer, by his side. I imagined him, a Mr. Scott, to but has promised to open the manuscript, be the man you met at Hume's; but I learnt and to give you an answer in one month. from Mrs. Hume that it is not the same. I Godwin will punctually go again (Wednesday met Mrs. H. one day and agreed to go on is Johnson's open day) yesterday four weeks the Sunday to tea, but the rain prevented us, next: i. e. in one lunar month from this and the distance. I have been to apologise, time. Till when, Johnson positively declines and we are to dine there the first fine giving any answer. I wish you joy on ending Sunday! Strange perverseness. I never your Search. Mrs. H. was naming somewent while you stayed here, and now I go to thing about a ‘Life of Fawcett,' to be by find you. What other news is there, Mary? you undertaken : the great Fawcett, as she What puns have I made in the last fort- explained to Manning, when he asked, 'What night? You never remember them. You Fawcett ?' He innocently thought Fawcett have no relish of the comic. "Oh! tell the Player. But Fawcett the divine is known Hazlitt not to forget to send the American to many people, albeit unknown to the Farmer. I dare say it is not so good as he Chinese inquirer. I should think, if you fancies ; but a book's a book. I have not liked it, and Johnson declined it, that Phillips heard from Wordsworth or from Malta since. is the man. He is perpetually bringing out Charles Kemble, it seems, enters into pos- biographies, Richardson, Wilks, Foot, Lee session to-morrow. We sup at 109, Russell- Lewis, without mmber: little trim things street, this evening. I wish your friend in two easy volumes, price 12s. the two, made would not drink. It's a blemish in the up of letters to and from, scraps, posthumous greatest characters. You send me a modern trifles, anecdotes, and about forty pages of quotation poetical. How do you like this in hard biography; you might dish up a Fawan old play? Vittoria Corombona, a spunky cettiad in three months and ask 601. or 801. Italian lady, a Leonardo one, nick-named for it. I dare say that Phillips would catch the White Devil, being on her trial for at it. I wrote you the other day in a great murder, &c.—and questioned about seducing hurry. Did you get it? This is merely a a duke from his wife and the state, makes letter of business at Godwin's request. Lord

Nelson is quiet at last. His ghost only keeps

a slight fluttering in odes and elegies in news*Condemn you me for that the Duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river, papers, and impromptus, which could not be For that some melancholic distracted man

got ready before the funeral. Hath drown'd himself in it.'

is coming to town on “N. B. I shall expect a line from you, if Monday (if no kind angel intervene) to but a bare line, whenever you write to surrender himself to prison. He hopes to Russell-street, and a letter often when you get the rules of the Fleet. On the same, or do not. I pay no postage. But I will have nearly the same day, F-, my other quondam consideration for you until Parliament time co-friend and drinker, will go to Newgate,

answer

“ As for news,

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