Leigh Hunt's Relations with Byron, Shelley and Keats — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Leigh Hunt's Relations with Byron, Shelley and Keats
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To judge from the testimony of his brother George it is not surprising
that Keats succumbed to Haydon's influence against Hunt: "his nervous,
morbid temperament led him to misconstrue the motives of his best
friends."[115] In the last days of his life, his suspicion and bitterness
were general. In a letter to Bailey, June, 1818, Keats says: "I have
suspected everybody."[116] January, 1820, he wrote Georgiana Keats, "Upon
the whole I dislike mankind."[117] Haydon may have sincerely believed
Hunt's influence to be injurious because of the latter's unorthodoxy in
matters of religion. He wrote that Keats "could not bring his mind to bear
on one object, and was at the mercy of every petty theory that Leigh
Hunt's ingenuity would suggest.... He had a tendency to religion when I
first knew him, but Leigh Hunt soon forced it from his mind.... Leigh Hunt
was the unhinger of his best dispositions. Latterly, Keats saw Leigh
Hunt's weaknesses. I distrusted his leader, but Keats would not cease to
visit him, because he thought Hunt ill-used. This shows Keats's goodness
of heart."[118] It is not to be regretted that Haydon lessened Keats's
estimate of Hunt's literary infallibility, for his influence was most
injurious in that direction; but it is to be regretted that he impugned a
friendship in which Hunt was certainly sincere and by which Keats had
benefited.
In September, just before Keats's return, he seems somewhat mollified and
writes to John Hamilton Reynolds of Leigh Hunt's pleasant companionship;
he has failings, "but then his make-ups are very good."[119]
On his return to Hampstead in October, 1817, Keats found affairs among the
circle in a very bad way.[120]
Everybody "seems at Loggerheads--There's Hunt infatuated--there's
Haydon's picture in statu quo--There's Hunt walks up and down his
painting room--criticising every head most unmercifully. There's
Horace Smith tired of Hunt. 'The web of our life is of mingled
yarn.'... I am quite disgusted with literary men and will never know
another except Wordsworth--no not even Byron. Here is an instance of
the friendship of such. Haydon and Hunt have known each other many
years.... Haydon says to me, Keats, don't show your lines to Hunt on
any Account or he will have done half for you--so it appears Hunt
wishes it to be thought. When he met Reynolds in the Theatre, John
told him that I was getting on to the completion of 4,000 lines--Ah!
says Hunt, had it not been for me they would have been 7,000! If he
will say this to Reynolds, what would he to other people? Haydon
received a Letter a little while back on this subject from some
Lady--which contains a caution to me, thro' him, on the subject--now
is not all this a most paultry (sic) thing to think about?"[121]