is heart is as whole and one
as his head. The wild words that come from him sometimes on
religious subjects would shock you from the mouth of any
other man, but from him they seem mere flashes of fireworks.
If an argument seem to his reason not fully true, he bursts
out in that odd desecrating way; yet his will, the inward
man, is, I well know, profoundly religious. Watch him, when
alone, and you will find him with either a Bible or an old
divine, or an old English poet; in such is his pleasure.

In 1798 was published "A Tale of Rosamund Gray and Poor Blind
Margaret," a story of which Lamb wrote in the following year:
"Rosamund sells well in London, malgre the non-reviewal of it," and in
1798 also, Lloyd and Lamb published a joint volume of "Blank Verse."

It was in the spring of 1801--a pleasant beginning of the new century
for them--that the Lambs, after having had all too frequently to
change their lodgings owing to the "rarity of Christian charity,"
which objected to housing a quiet couple because of their affliction,
at length found pleasant residence in 16, Mitre Court Buildings.
Writing to his friend, Thomas Manning--one of the correspondents with
whom he was ever in the happiest vein--Lamb expatiated upon the moving
very much in the style of his later essays:

I am going to change my lodgings, having received a hint
that it would be agreeable, at our Lady's next feast. I
have partly fixed upon most delectable rooms, which look out
(when you stand a tip-toe) over the Thames and Surrey Hills,
at the upper end of King's Bench walks in the Temple. There
I shall have all the privacy of a house without the
encumbrance, and shall be able to lock my friends out as
often as I desire to hold free converse with my immortal
mind; for my present lodgings resemble a minister's levee, I
have so increased my acquaintance (as they call 'em), since
I have resided in town. Like the country mouse, that had
tasted a little of urban manners, I long to be nibbling my
own cheese by my dear self without mouse-traps and
time-traps. By my new plan, I shall be as airy, up four pair
of stairs, as in the country; and in a garden, in the midst
of enchanting, more than Mahometan paradise, London, whose
dirtiest, drab-frequented alley, and her lowest-bowing
tradesman, I would not exchange for Skiddaw, Helvellyn