The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 2, September, 1851Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 2, September, 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Southey returned to England, and commenced the study of the law, but
after a year's drudgery gave it up. His wife joined him in a second
visit to Portugal, and on his return he commenced the laborious
literary career which he pursued till his death. He enjoyed on the
whole a happy married life; took pleasure in his home and his family;
loving his children and his wife Edith dearly. This is one of his own
pictures:--"Glance into the little room where sits the gray-haired
man, 'working hard and getting little--a bare maintenance, and hardly
that; writing poems and history for posterity with his whole heart and
soul; one daily progressing in learning, not so learned as he is
poor, not so poor as proud, not so proud as happy.'" Great men have
invited him to London, and he is now answering the invitation. The
thought of the journey plagues him. "Oh dear, oh dear!" he writes,
"there is such a comfort in one's old coat and old shoes, one's own
chair and own fireside, one's own writing-desk and own library--with a
little girl climbing up to my neck and saying, 'Don't go to London,
papa, you must stay with Edith'--and a little boy whom I have taught
to speak the language of cats, dogs, cuckoos, jackasses, &c., before
he can articulate a word of his own--there is such a comfort in all
these things, that _transportation_ to London seems a heavier
punishment than any sins of mine deserve." But a sad calamity fell
upon him in his old age. His dear Edith was suddenly bereft of reason.
"Forty years," he writes to Grosvenor Bedford from York, "has she been
the life of my life--and I have left her this day in a lunatic
asylum." In the same letter he expresses the resignation of a
Christian and the confident courage of a man. "God, who has visited me
with this affliction," he says, "has given me strength to bear it, and
will, _I know_, support me to the end, whatever that may be. To-morrow
I return to my poor children. I have much to be thankful for under
this visitation. For the first time in my life (he was sixty years
old) I am so far beforehand with the world that my means are provided
for the whole of next year, and that I can meet this expenditure,
considerable in itself, without any difficulty."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account