My dear Wynn
Your letter found me exceedingly ill. a
complaint in my bowels had left behind it a nervous fever –
from which I am now just conscious of recovery. but I am
reduced so as to be incapable of any exertion whatever. I
have some complaint at heart, too God knows what – but if it
continues I shall go to Bristol as soon as I have strength
for the journey & put myself under Beddoes. I
begin seriously to think of changing climate – for unless I
can shake off these complaints, they will not only render
professional labour impossible, but very likely destroy
me.
Herbert Croft
will not I think have the impudence to answer me. [1] his own letters were my
materials in his own writing.
Have you seen a mad poem called Gebir? [2]
God bless you
yrs affectionately
Robert Southey
Monday. Burton.
Notes
* Address:
To/ C W Williams Wynn Esqr/ 5 Stone
Buildings/ Lincolns Inn/ London
Stamped: CHRIST
CHURCH
Postmark: E/ NOV 19/ 99
Endorsement: Nov.
18. 99.
MS: National Library of Wales, MS
4811D
Unpublished. BACK
[1] See Robert Southey to the
Editor of the Monthly Magazine, October
[1799], Letter 439. BACK
[2] Walter Savage Landor
(1775–1864; DNB), Gebir
(1798), although the poem was published
anonymously. BACK
