God bless you and yours, S. T. COLERIDGE. T. Allsop, Esq. LETTER 201. TO ALLSOP March 22nd, 1822. My dear Friend, Mr. Watson is but now returned. I was about to set off to your house and take turns with Mrs. Allsop in watching you. It is a comfort to hear from Watson that he thinks you look not only better than when he saw you before, but more promisingly. Si tibi deficiant medici, medici tibi fiant Haec tria: mens hilaris, requies, moderata dieta is the adage of the old Schola Salernitana, and his belief and judgment. Would to God that there were any druggist or apothecary within the king's dominions where I could procure for you the first ingredient of the recipe, fresh and genuine. I would soon make up the prescription, have the credit of curing you, and then make my fortune by advertising the nostrum under the name of Dr. Samsartorius, _Carbonijugius's Panacea Salernitana----iensis_. You will have thought, I fear, that I had forgotten my promise of sending you Charles Lamb's _epistola porcina_. But it was not so. I now enclose it, and when you return it I will make a copy for you if you wish it, for I think that writing in your present state will be most injurious to you. I am interrupted--"a poor lad, very ragged, he says Mr. Dowling has sent him to you to show you his poetry."--"Well! desire him to step up, Maria!" As soon as Mr. Green left me, Mrs. Gillman delivered your letter. I am not sorry, therefore, that the _Wild Irish Boy_ made it too late to finish the above for that day's post. His name, poor lad! is Esmond Wilton; his mother, I guess, was poetical. But I will reserve him for a dish on our table of chat when we meet.--In reply to your affectionate letter what can I say, but that from all that you say, write or do, I receive but two impressions; first a full, cordial, and unqualified assurance of your love towards me, a genial unclouded faith in the entireness and steadfastness of your more than friendship, sustained and renewed by the consciousness of a responsive attachment in myself, that blends the affections of parent, brother and friend,-- A love of thee that seems, yet cannot greater be;