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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 310 pages of information about The Works of Charles Lamb in Four Volumes, Volume 4.

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TO S. T. COLERIDGE, ESQ.

My Dear Coleridge,

You will smile to see the slender labors of your friend designated by the title of Works; but such was the wish of the gentlemen who have kindly undertaken the trouble of collecting them, and from their judgment could be no appeal.

It would be a kind of disloyalty to offer to any one but yourself a volume containing the early pieces, which were first published among your poems, and were fairly derivatives from you and them.  My friend Lloyd and myself came into our first battle (authorship is a sort of warfare) under cover of the greater Ajax.  How this association, which shall always be a dear and proud recollection to me, came to be broken,—­who snapped the threefold cord,—­whether yourself (but I know that was not the case) grew ashamed of your former companions,—­or whether (which is by much the more probable) some ungracious bookseller was author of the separation,—­I cannot tell;—­but wanting the support of your friendly elm, (I speak for myself,) my vine has, since that time, put forth few or no fruits; the sap (if ever it had any) has become, in a manner, dried up and extinct; and you will find your old associate, in his second volume, dwindled into prose and criticism.

Am I right in assuming this as the cause? or is it that, as years come upon us, (except with some more healthy-happy spirits,) Life itself loses much of its Poetry for us? we transcribe but what we read in the great volume of Nature; and, as the characters grow dim, we turn off, and look another way.  You yourself write no Christabels, nor Ancient Mariners, now.

Some of the Sonnets, which shall be carelessly turned over by the general reader, may happily awaken in you remembrances, which I should be sorry should be ever totally extinct—­the memory

“Of summer days and of delightful years—­”

even so far back as to those old suppers at our old ...  Inn,—­when life was fresh, and topics exhaustless,—­and you first kindled in me, if not the power, yet the love of poetry, and beauty, and kindliness.—­

         “What words have I heard
          Spoke at the Mermaid!”

The world has given you many a shrewd nip and gird since that time, but either my eyes are grown dimmer, or my old friend is the same who stood before me three-and-twenty years ago—­his hair a little confessing the hand of Time, but still shrouding the same capacious brain,—­his heart not altered, scarcely where it “alteration finds.”

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