239. Robert Southey to John May, 25 July 1797
*
Tuesday. July 25. 97.
Burton
My dear friend
with regard to my
mothers affairs my Uncle
has no reason to think me inattentive or neglectful. I could indeed have advised
her to quit her present situation, but of what
avail would that advice have availed, barren
of assistance as it must have been? — it would have been like advising a debtor sick prisoner to change the air. as to my
reserve towards him — here indeed he is justly displeased. I do not wish to
excuse or palliate what I know to have <been> wrong. yet there
<were> many powerful motives that occasioned this. a young man
easily opens his heart to those of his own age who are endeared to him by a real
or imagined similarity of sentiment; but the same feelings that in that case
induce a hasty & credulous confidence, occasion a reserve towards those
of whose approbation he is doubtful. I had informed my Uncle by letter, before he thought
of taking me abroad with him, of all my future expectations. I could not enter
upon this subject in conversing with him, because I had frustrated all his plans
for me. I feard he would disapprove my plan of making a book, when my knowledge
must necessarily be so little of the subject — but that I should make a book was
absolutely necessary to my support. I would have sent him the manuscript,
& wished to do it; but I had a Counsellor more importunate than wisdom,
“malesuada Fames”, [1] & it went to the press sheet by
sheet as it was written: indeed it is not strange that I have written
incorrectly. I could develope to you the motives for every part of my conduct,
but this were useless. I have written to my Uncle without reserve; henceforth he shall have no cause for
displeasure
Of your friendly offer of assistance I have fortunately now no
need. my mothers affairs will
now I hope be settled. I am very anxious to have her live with me, it would
increase her happiness & very much lessen my Uncles expences. I thank you
likewise for what you tell me respecting my Uncle; I was never with him a fortnight, till my journey to
Lisbon; by letter I had always been unreserved towards him, but there is were a thousand causes to prevent the
confidence of unembarrassed conversation. all this I hope is over, I have
followed your advice in my letter as closely as was possible, & said
every thing for the past as well as for the present. I can write to him with
pleasure now that I have a subsistence, & am embarked in a profession
which promises independance.
I am sorry Burn [2]
thought ill of me. he was very kind to me at Lisbon, but it was a house in which
I never felt wholly at ease. I fancied Mrs Burn [3] was satirical & was half afraid of her, if there were
few persons there; & where there were many I was always uncomfortable. I
can mingle in a common mob & look over their heads, but a crowd of
company is to me a very sad solitude.
My last letter was so engrossed by one subject that I forgot to
thank you for your offer of serving the good Frenchman. [4] you will rejoice to hear that
I have procured his release by the first cartel. we hear a very high account of
him from the gentleman who interested himself for us at Plymouth in this
business. I have a letter from him to thank me & he gives me his address
at Nantes. one day I hope to see France, & I would go a long way there
to see this man.
My brothers Captain [5] is a worthless wicked man & behaves very
unkindly & insolently to Tom because he thinks him friendless. my brother has that proud spirit which
every man who knows his own conduct to be irreproachable ought to have. I
respect him as much as I love him — he received ten pounds prize money only a
few weeks ago, & sent half of it to his mother. how little my friend
are acts of private virtue known or rewarded in this world! the Jews ought to
have been a very good people because their rewards were temporal. I feel very
angry at reflecting that such a life as my brothers should be at the mercy of a
sea captain. it is not many months since he was sent to board a prize vessel in such weather that the boat must
inevitably have sunk in attempting to reach her — & yet he could not
refuse or remonstrance, & would have perished if a Lieutenant with him
had not ordered them to give over the attempt. this is called discipline. there
was no man on board his vessel would have risqued his life in the leaky prize
for the prize money they <he>
might share. if my brother had
brought her into port his share would not have exceeded five guineas, but the
Captains would have been considerable, & his loss nothing if those he
sent on board had been drowned. I have made application to have my brother
removed to another ship. tis a horrible life. I had rather associate with the
Botany Bay colonists than with the crew of a man of war. Some of the
Swedenbourgians have believe that every man will
meet the kind of heaven he imagined in the next world, & that the
enjoyment of this <it> will be
their <his> hell till they are <he is> fully sensible of
their <his> error &
hase learnt to form the wish of wisdom. I
wonder what strange place they allot for sailours! they have every thing good to
learn, & what is the more difficult task, a great deal to forget. the
ancients had a comfortable fiction in their waters of Lethe [6] — I have
a more comfortable belief that the remembrance of error will be wisdom.
God bless you my dear friend. you may judge with what fixed
habits of reserve I came to Lisbon by recollecting how little you knew of me
there. “I was a stricken deer” [7] —
Yrs affectionately
Robert Southey.
Notes
* Address: For/ John May Esqr/ 4. Bedford Square/ London
Stamped:
RINGWOOD
Postmark: AJY/ 27/ 97
Watermark: J Jellyman
Endorsement: 1797 No. 5./ Robert Southey/ Burton 25
July/ recd: 27 do/ ansd: 10 Aug
MS: Harry Ransom Humanities Research Center,
University of Texas, Austin
Previously published: Charles Ramos (ed.),
The Letters of Robert Southey to John May:
1797—1838 (Austin, Texas, 1976), pp. 27–29. BACK
[1] Virgil (70–19 BC),
Aeneid, Book 6, line 276. The Latin translates
as ‘crime-provoking Hunger’. BACK
[2] William
Burn (dates unknown) was attached to the British Factory, Lisbon. BACK
[3] Jane (dates unknown), wife of William
Burn. BACK
[4] Captain Boutet (first name and dates unknown), who had
previously been kind to Thomas Southey. BACK
[5] Sir Robert Barlow (1757–1843; DNB). BACK
[6] In classical mythology, a river in the
underworld bringing forgetfulness to anyone who drank there. BACK
[7] William
Cowper (1731–1800; DNB), The Task,
A Poem, in Six Books (London, 1785), p. 98. BACK