Wedn. Nov. 6th. 93.
C Green. Brist.
one o clock mid-day.
Cut him off — cut him off — cut him off. Southey what?
Have you lost all your senses? no. only my BOTT.
He is gone — cut him off. level down my long nose —
Guillotine this forerunner of mortal mans foes
Not content on my carcase herafter to thrive
Who resolvd to fall to & devour me alive.
Root & branch he is gone. the last trace daily
And I dare once again to the world show my nose.
Cut him off — cut him off — that all good people may know
My mountain of nose is no more a Volcano
And so my dear Grosvenor
To Botts fame MONUMENTUM ÆRE PERENNIUS. 
My NOSE and the BOTT
A pretty title, is it not?
By critics it has long been held a maxim
(Nor here of folly, Bedford, will I tax em
That if a man will write an epic Poem
Twould be most rational
To have the subject national,
So that all may admire
The heroes fierce fire
When they for their countryman know him.
For as the Hottentot likes best
Tripes trullibubs & guts instead of beads
To hang & trickle down his oily breast.
So every one that reads
Prefers a Hero of his native land
And would persuade himself to understand
He was his great-grandfathers coz at least.
To this rejoin in short I
Omne solum patria forti. 
On any dunghill a good cock will crow.
And I would have it known
That country is my own
Whereever Fate shall make me go.
The worlds my country. as the sage bespoke us.
Numquam non potest esse virtuti locus 
Every good man no matter of what nation
French English Turk or Jew is my relation
And Joan of Arc, 
countrywoman I stile her
Proud as of Hampden 
Milton & Wat Tyler. 
Now you my friend mistaking
The meaning of all this exordium fine
I dare swear a simili are making
Comparing this to this famd Bott of mine.
Excrescence odified excrescently
But I will prove this ode
Is proper right & good
Tis but to show my learning I abuse
Each critic mouldering on the cobwebbd shelf
And then to prove how properly my Muse
Shall celebrate my celebrated self.
Each pig dear Grosvenor
own stie best
And Lightfoot loves his Pot.
And so my friend have I addrest
This ode delectable to my dead Bott.
Perhaps you think my friend
This subject is too low
To let the lyric Muse descend?
No no I say & I will make appear no
As how, you say & — ask for information
My nose (oh Nose of grace!)
Is the most prominent feature of my face.
And a hero is the nose of the nation
That often pours abroad his filthy flood
And sometimes (very seldom) pours his blood.
As my nose turnd Volcano
Collects the filth & venom of my head
And grows Bardolphian 
So all that chuse it may know
Volcano-like a Hero still is brewin
Some fatal storm of Fury Fire & Ruin
Oh may each bloody hero be forgot
Be pluckd up root & branch & perish like my
O Bott of Botts most famous hadst thou grown
Upon the honourd Nose
Of him who once will wear Britannias crown
I mean the Prince of Wales 
& who knows not)
Hadst thou been there o Bott of celebration
What spotted noses had oerspread the nation!
The reasonable Muse with truth supposes
Who poulticed up their necks had patchd their noses.
WHY LET THE GALLD JADE WINCE 
Ye apes of sore neckd prince.
Hadst thou upreard thy yellow crowned head
What ills had happened not!
He surely would have sent
The scout to Mr
“Sir thus my master says
“He has a sad eruption on his nose
“And your permission prays
“To keep his room till the eruption goes.
How often had the invalid arose
Wrapt up in sleeping studying gown of grease
In hopes to find some ease
And lookd in fashiond mirror at his nose.
Then had he shruggd his shoulders higher still
And for the Doctor sent & been extremely ill.
But oh thou Bott thou wouldst indeed have came well
And made a pretty bow & smild & shown
The excrescence which upon his nose had grown
And then proceeded his advice to beg
Gravely had told his patient twas his <a> wen
And with his lance have cut some half yard under
So nose or bott had made one preparation
Which all the anatomists in every nation
In future days might see & stare & wonder
This hast thou lost o Bott by coming thus
To pimple one who did not care a curse
For Botts or beauty or complection fair
But eat & drank & slept exceeding well
Regardless if the pimple rose or fell
And scarcely conscious it was even there 
Thurs. Nov. 7.
9 o clock at night a most unusual date for me Grosvenor. but my mind is
full of indignation & I generally keep a sheet of paper in readiness for
your benefit. I had dedicated this evening in idea to a serious versification to
conclude this letter when an old woman arrived (or rather old Lady for it is
wrong to profane the other name) arrived
& spoilt my harmony of sentiment & your letter. scandal religion
& loyalty made up the conversation of the evening. the former most
ungrounded & illiberal. for loyalty — nothing could equal the crime of
keeping the hat on whilst God save the King on
<was sung> & to call a man a Democrat was more than
synonimous to villain. I had been introduced in the morning at a house where I
had long wishd an acquaintance. Mr H  the owner was pronounced a bad man of no
principles & no religion. is he a good husband? the best of husbands. is
he a good father? it is impossible to be a better. such were the answers I
received & yet this man is bad & unprincipled. there
<are> a set of females in this world who pique themselves upon
going regularly to church & exult in the possession of a certain virtue
which has not fallen because it never was attempted. whose whole conversation
consists of the politics of a card table & that worst species of
licentiousness indiscriminate scandal. these are the people who would exclaim so
vehemently against Rousseau — who would bring faggots to an auto da fe &
act with all the ferocity of Parisian Poissardes, in a worse cause if possible.
with such a one have I wasted three hours — & now sick of the
illiberality of virtue I am almost ready to turn champion for vice. society is
in a very bad state — the inequalities between the sexes is dreadful. man may
plunge in guilt of the most atrocious nature & not only escape uncensurd
but in some degree derive estimation from his crimes — but woman, framd perhaps
by nature of more delicate materials & exposd to more temptations if
once she gives way to a very pardonable weakness is excluded from the pale of
society as if infected with some disorder fatal to virtue. you remember a
passage in Gillies  upon
this subject — very different indeed was the liberal philosophy of Greece from
the illuminated Xtianity of Europe. for myself I think that infamy ought to be
attached rather to our sex — whilst Man boasts of superior faculties can he
claim priviliges for indulging appetites which it is the province of Reason to
subdue? My dear friend Man is the most inconsistent of animals — he despises
woman when fallen & yet employs every artifice to ruin her. many a
villain far more infamous than the Conventionists is respected & courted
in this kingdom — whilst there are women worn out with famine & disease
the hireling victims of brutal appetites who might have communicated happiness
to that small circle in which the truest happiness is to be found. my dear Grosvenor I often reflect
that there are women in the streets of London who might have made you &
I happy — & I never see the leer of vice upon a beautiful face without
feeling the heart ache pitying human nature & damning society.
you will wonder at this kind of rhapsody from me perhaps, but you
will perhaps <certainly> agree
with me in wishing society better. why is the door to
Repentance every avenue to Repentance shut up but that of Infamy? were
men what they ought to be — Rousseau would be canonized for a greater saint than
any in the calendar. read his Julia & tell me whence may we learn the
most instructive lesson from the mistress of St Preux  or the temptation of St Anthony.  my
comparison of the Man of Nature with Richardson  would have been branded with the epithets of immoral
atheistical & licentious. Clodius accuset moechos!  Xtianity is less understood & less
practised in this country than in the desarts of Arabia! let him who is innocent
cast the first stone  was the judgement of the
most moral of philosophers, to use no superior title.
we will have a paper & so reform the world — till like a bad patient it
throws the prescription behind the fire.
Friday. N. 8.
I have written half an ode this morning. the death of
Joshua.  no bad companion to the
Death of Odin.  if
there were not less faith than truth in the comparison. In fact the two
characters are very similar — Odin passed himself for a God & Joshua,
tho he had miracles at command was more modest. “down fell Jericho — I may catch
some sparks perhaps from that flames of
sublimity which blazes in your pindaric upon the Sow & the
Κλυςωρ,  but as Cicero  says who lights a stranger lanthern from his
own, gives him light without diminishing his own. you shall have Joshua in my
next but you must deserve it by a prior communication. our last letters past
each other but you have received three & only sent two. when some of our
heirs shall see my letters to you they will think I had no time for any other
employment, & most probably burn them without reading & keep the
more valuable case for their own letters on business or house keeping accounts.
perhaps my large desk may be turned into a receptacle for quack medicines
conserves &c & the good housewife may tear up my papers to keep
the meat from roasting — as far as in me lies, I will prevent this — you shall
have copies of them in my life & all at my death. this concern is
trifling & I am ashamed of it. Nam si (quod nostræ rationes crede
vetant) toti moriuntur homines, nulla est omnino gloria, cum is, cujus ea esse
dicitur, non exstet omnino. sin vero sibi mens bene conscia terreno carcere
resoluta, cælum libera petit, nonne terrenum omne negotium spernet que cælo
fruens terrenis se gaudet exemptam?  yet Boethius inserted this very sentiment in a
work which he intended for immortality. would not this subject make a good paper
— immortality desired for its own sake is but a splendid failing but to seek it
by benefitting others is not only innocent but laudable. our old minstrels had
this merit. & tho the Allegory may accuse the classical judgement of
Spenser it does honour to his heart.
I have plenty of employment. Jepthahs vow  — Zaleucus the
Locrian lawgiver  & the
death of Hypatia  strike me as good dramatic subjects — the first &
last with a chorus. then comes the Slaves a fine wild subject. transcribing
Joan. reading & rat catching — odes & epistles — Madoc  (which by the by I could wish
you to undertake & you shall have plenty of materials) Sir
Persicles  — cleaning leather breeches — my
theatre — & your letters no inconsiderable part of my amusement
yrs most sincerely
my compliments to Mr & Mrs Deacon &c.
tell me how Hyder died “Each dog must have his day”. 
I have run foul of another wasps nest — but escaped unhurt.
poor Shad is very ill. so if
all goes wrong with you tis not much better here. 
you see I had so filld the sheet that it could not be folded
up — so I must een put it in a cover — it will make no difference.
you have neglected to send my comb comb brush boots greatcoat
& the great paper for your own letters — what else is left behind I
have not discoverd. do my good friend write an invocation to Memory
& send me. I am doomd to be pesterd by wasps — the other day I was
posting to my case to sit half an hour in the sun & eat blackberries
— I had got within five yards & found a thousand devils with stings
in their tails flying about me — like a prudent general when it was
impossible to advance I retreated — now were not this so far off &
were poor Shad well we would
sally forth & exterminate the invaders — you will be puzzled to read
all this properly as much as I am to fill up these few lines —
I wrote to CC
yesterday & again inserted that ever memorable line — altering it
however to Pretty Pipe & Pretty Grange — an alteration not for the
better — but rhyme more able rhyme!
make my respects to all the good family. Hope the Doctor is well — 
* Address: James Deacon Esqr./ Long Room/ Custom House/ London
Postmark: [partial] ON/ 4/ 9
Watermark: Figure of Britannia;
G R in a circle
Endorsement: 6 Nov 1793
MS: Bodleian Library, MS
Eng. Lett. c. 22
 Horace (65–8 BC), Odes, Book 3, no. 30, line 1. The Latin translates as ‘a
memorial more lasting than bronze’. BACK
 A paraphrase of Ovid (43 BC–AD 17), Fasti, line 493, ‘Omne solum forti patria est’, ‘Every land
is a homeland for the brave’. A favourite quotation, it formed the
epigraph to Southey’s Madoc, first published in
 Seneca (c. 55 BC–AD 40), Medea, line 161. The Latin translates as ‘There is
always room for courage’. BACK
of Arc (1412–1431), the French heroine of Southey’s epic. BACK
 John Hampden (1594–1643; DNB), parliamentarian
and opponent of Charles I (1600–1649; reigned 1625–1649; DNB). BACK
 Wat Tyler (d. 1381; DNB), leader of the Peasant’s Revolt. Southey liked to joke
that he was a descendant of Tyler’s. BACK
 In Henry IV, Henry V and The Merry Wives of
Windsor, Bardolph was famed for his red nose. BACK
 The future George IV (1762–1830; reigned 1820–1830;
Hamlet, Act 3, scene 2, line
 By critics … there: Verse written in double
 John Gillies
(1712–1796; DNB), The History of
Ancient Greece, 2 vols (London, 1796), I, p. 56. BACK
 The eponymous heroine of Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s (1712–1778)
Julie, ou la Nouvelle Héloïse (1761), had a
sexual relationship with her tutor Saint-Preux but led a virtuous life after
her marriage to Baron Wolmar. BACK
 St Anthony of Egypt (251–356), founder of
monasticism, who conquered all fleshly temptations of the devil. BACK
 Samuel Richardson (c. 1689–1761; DNB). BACK
 Juvenal (fl. AD late C1 and early C2), Satire, 2, line 27. The Latin translates as ‘Clodius
prosecuted adulterers’. BACK
 Published in Southey and
Robert Lovell’s Poems (1795). Joshua was the leader
of the Israelites after the death of Moses. BACK
 Published in Southey and
Robert Lovell’s Poems (1795), an early version is
included in Southey’s letter to Thomas Phillipps Lamb, [c. 18 July 1792];
see Letter 18. Odin was chief of the Norse gods. The idea that Odin might
have been an actual historical figure was explored in Thomas Percy’s
(1729–1811; DNB) translation of Paul-Henri Mallet
(1730–1807), Northern Antiquities: or, A Description of the
Manners, Customs, Religion and Laws of the Ancient Danes, and Other
Northern Nations, 2 vols (London, 1770), I, pp. 58–73. BACK
 The Greek can be translated as
‘clyster’. For Jericho see Hebrews 11: 30. BACK
paraphrase of Marcus Tullius Cicero (106–43 BC), On Moral
 Boethius (c. 475–525), Consolation of Philosophy,
Book 2, section 7. The passage is translated in Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy, trans. Victor Watts (1969; rev. edn. 1999), p. 43, as 'If the
whole of man dies, body and soul - a belief which our reason forbids us -
fame is nothing at all, since the man who is said to have won it doesn't
exist. But if the mind stays conscious when it is freed from the earthly
prison and seeks out heaven in freedom, surely it will despise every earthly
affair. In the experience of heaven it will rejoice in its delivery from earthly
 In Judges 11, the
victorious Jepthah offered to sacrifice to God the first thing he saw on his
return home. This turned out to be his daughter. BACK
 Zaleucus (fl. c. 550
BC), disciple of Pythagoras and lawgiver of the Locrian Greeks in Italy.
Renowned for his severity and fairness, he decreed that anyone guilty of
adultery should be blinded. When his son was convicted of adultery, Zaleucus
had one of his son’s and one of his own eyes put out. BACK
 Hypatia (c. AD
370–415), neo-platonic philosopher. She was murdered by a Christian mob in
 The first surviving mention of Southey’s
plan to write about the legendary twelfth-century Welsh prince, who was
believed to have discovered America. BACK
 This might refer to a
planned work by Southey which has not survived. It would probably have
derived from Emanuel Forde (fl. 1585–1599; DNB),
The Most Famous History of Montelion, Knight of the
Oracle, Son to the true Mirrour of Princes, the Most Renowned Persicles,
King of Assyria (1633). BACK
 my compliments ... day: Postscript written
upside down. Southey quotes Jonathan Swift (1667–1745); DNB), ‘Upon the Horrid Plot Discovered by Harlequin, the
Bishop of Rochester’s French Dog’ (1722–1723), line 30. BACK
 I have run ... better here: Postscript inserted at side
of space Southey originally intended for the address. BACK
 Written in space originally intended
for the address. BACK