The Best Letters of Charles Lamb eBook

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C. L.

[1] See preceding Letter.

[2] Alfred.



October 9, 1800.

I suppose you have heard of the death of Amos Cottle.  I paid a solemn visit of condolence to his brother, accompanied by George Dyer, of burlesque memory.  I went, trembling, to see poor Cottle so immediately upon the event.  He was in black, and his younger brother was also in black.  Everything wore an aspect suitable to the respect due to the freshly dead.  For some time after our entrance, nobody spake, till George modestly put in a question, whether “Alfred” was likely to sell.  This was Lethe to Cottle, and his poor face wet with tears, and his kind eye brightened up in a moment.  Now I felt it was my cue to speak.  I had to thank him for a present of a magnificent copy, and had promised to send him my remarks,—­the least thing I could do; so I ventured to suggest that I perceived a considerable improvement he had made in his first book since the state in which he first read it to me.  Joseph, who till now had sat with his knees cowering in by the fireplace, wheeled about, and with great difficulty of body shifted the same round to the corner of a table where I was sitting, and first stationing one thigh over the other, which is his sedentary mood, and placidly fixing his benevolent face right against mine, waited my observations.  At that moment it came strongly into my mind that I had got Uncle Toby before me, he looked so kind and so good.  I could not say an unkind thing of “Alfred.”  So I set my memory to work to recollect what was the name of Alfred’s queen, and with some adroitness recalled the well-known sound to Cottle’s ears of Alswitha.  At that moment I could perceive that Cottle had forgot his brother was so lately become a blessed spirit.  In the language of mathematicians, the author was as 9, the brother as 1.  I felt my cue, and strong pity working at the root, I went to work and beslabber’d “Alfred” with most unqualified praise, or only qualifying my praise by the occasional polite interposition of an exception taken against trivial faults, slips, and human imperfections, which, by removing the appearance of insincerity, did but in truth heighten the relish.  Perhaps I might have spared that refinement, for Joseph was in a humor to hope and believe all things.  What I said was beautifully supported, corroborated, and confirmed by the stupidity of his brother on my left hand, and by George on my right, who has an utter incapacity of comprehending that there can be anything bad in poetry.  All poems are good poems to George; all men are fine geniuses.  So what with my actual memory, of which I made the most, and Cottle’s own helping me out, for I really had forgotten a good deal of “Alfred,” I made shift to discuss the most essential parts entirely to the satisfaction of its author, who repeatedly

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