Saturday. Jan
y.
9. 1802.
My dear Wynn
You will not be surprized to learn that I
have lost my
Mother. early on Tuesday morning there came on
that difficulty of breathing which betokened death. till
then all had been easy – for the most part she had slept –
& when waking underwent no pain but that wretched sense
of utter weakness. but then – the struggle & sound in
the throat & the deadly appearance of the eyes that had
lost all their tranquillity – she asked for laudanum – I
dropt some but with so unsteady a hand that I knew not how
much – she saw the colour of the water & cried with a
stronger voice than I had heard during her illness – thats
nothing Robert! thirty drops – six & thirty – it
relieved her. she would not suffer me to remain by her bed
side. that fearful kindness towards me had throughout
distinguished her. ‘go down my dear – I shall sleep
presently.’ – she knew & I knew what that sleep would be
– however I bless God the last minutes were as easy as death
can be. she breathed without effort – breath after breath
weaker till all was over. I was not then in the room – but
going up to bring down Edith – I could
not but look at her to see if she was indeed gone. it was
against my wish & will – but I did look –.
We had been suffering for twelve hours –
& the moment of her release was welcome. like one whose
limbs had just been amputated. he feels the immediate
ceasing of acute suffering, – the pain of the wound soon
begins – & the sense of the loss continues through life.
I calmed & curbed myself – & forced myself to
employment – but at night there was no sound of feet in her
bedroom – to which I had been used to listen – & in the
morning it was not my first business to see her – I had used
to carry her her food for I could persuade her better than
any one else to the effort of swallowing it. xxx xxxx xxxxxx of all then xxxxxxx
xxxxx xxxxxx
Thank God it is all over. Elmsley called
on me & offered me money if I needed it. it was a
kindness that I shall remember. Corry had paid me
a second quarter however.
I have now lost all the friends of my infancy
& childhood. the whole recollections of my first ten
years are connected with the dead. there lives no one who
can share them with me. it is losing so much of ones own
existence. – I have not been yielding to – or rather
indulging grief. that would have been folly. I have read –
written – talked – Bedford has been often with me & kindly.
When I saw her after death Wynn – the
whole appearance was so much that of utter death – that the
first feeling was as if there could have been no world for
the dead. the feeling was very strong, & it required
thought & reasoning to recover my former state certainty that as
surely we must live hereafter – as all here is not the
creation of folly, or of chance.
God bless you –
yrs affectionately
Robert Southey.
Notes
* Address: To/ C W Williams Wynn Esqr M.P./ Wynnstay/
Wrexham
Endorsement: Jan. 9 1802
MS: National
Library of Wales, MS 4811D
Previously published:
Charles Cuthbert Southey (ed.), Life and
Correspondence of Robert Southey, 6 vols
(London, 1849-1850), II, pp. 179-181. BACK