upon Coleridge; and being struck and affected by the
feeling she manifested towards his friend, insisted on her receiving
five guineas from him."
Here should come a letter to J.H. Green dated August 26, 1834, thanking
him for a copy of Coleridge's will and offering to send all letters,
etc., and "fragments of handwriting from leaves of good old books."]
LETTER 609
CHARLES AND MARY LAMB TO H.F. CARY
Sept. 12, 1834.
"By Cot's plessing we will not be absence at the grace."
DEAR C.,--We long to see you, and hear account of your peregrinations,
of the Tun at Heidelburg, the Clock at Strasburg, the statue at
Rotterdam, the dainty Rhenish and poignant Moselle wines, Westphalian
hams, and Botargoes of Altona. But perhaps you have seen nor tasted any
of these things.
Yours, very glad to claim you back again to your proper centre, books
and Bibliothecae,
C. AND M. LAMB.
I have only got your note just now _per negligentiam per iniqui Moxoni_.
[Charles and Mary Lamb at this time were supposed to dine at Cary's on
the third Wednesday in every month. When the plan was suggested by Cary,
Lamb was for declining, but Mary Lamb said, "Ah, when we went to
Edmonton, I told Charles that something would turn up, and so it did,
you see."]
LETTER 610
CHARLES LAMB TO H.F. CARY
Oct., 1834.
I protest I know not in what words to invest my sense of the shameful
violation of hospitality, which I was guilty of on that fatal Wednesday.
Let it be blotted from the calendar. Had it been committed at a layman's
house, say a merchant's or manufacturer's, a cheesemonger's' or
greengrocer's, or, to go higher, a barrister's, a member of
Parliament's, a rich banker's, I should have felt alleviation, a drop of
self-pity. But to be seen deliberately to go out of the house of a
clergyman drunk! a clergyman of the Church of England too! not that
alone, but of an expounder of that dark Italian Hierophant, an
exposition little short of _his_ who dared unfold the Apocalypse: divine
riddles both and (without supernal grace vouchsafed) Arks not to be
fingered without present blasting to the touchers. And, then, from what
house! Not a common glebe or vicarage (which yet had been shameful), but
from a kingly repository of sciences, human and divine, with the primate
of England for its guardian, arrayed in public majesty, from which the
profane vulgar are bid fly. Could all those volumes have taught me
nothing better! With fever
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