LETTER FROM CHARLES LAMB

Clare visited Charles Lamb, and received from him the following

characteristic letter after his return to Helpstone:--

"India House, 1st Aug. 1822.

Dear Clare,--I thank you heartily for your present. I am an

inveterate old Londoner, but while I am among your choice collections

I seem to be native to them and free of the country. The quantity of

your observation has astonished me. What have most pleased me have

been 'Recollections after a Ramble,' and those 'Grongar Hill' kind of

pieces in eight-syllable lines, my favourite measure, such as 'Cowper

Hill' and 'Solitude.' In some of your story-telling ballads the

provincial phrases sometimes startle me. I think you are too profuse

with them. In poetry, slang of every kind is to be avoided. There is

a rustick Cockneyism as little pleasing as ours of London. Transplant

Arcadia to Helpstone. The true rustic style, the Arcadian English, I

think is to be found in Shenstone. Would his 'Schoolmistress,' the

prettiest of poems, have been better if he had used quite the Goody's

own language? Now and then a home rusticism is fresh and startling,

but where nothing is gained in expression it is out of tenor. It may

make folks smile and stare, but the ungenial coalition of barbarous

with refined phrases will prevent you in the end from being so

generally tasted as you deserve to be. Excuse my freedom, and take

the same liberty with my puns. I send you two little volumes of my

spare hours. They are of all sorts. There's a Methodist hymn for

Sundays, and a farce for Saturday night. Pray give them a place on

your shelf, and accept a little volume of which I have duplicate,

that I may return in equal number to your welcome present. I think I

am indebted to you for a sonnet in the 'London' for August. Since I

saw you I have been in France and have eaten frogs. The nicest little

rabbity things you ever tasted. Do look about for them. Make Mrs.

Clare pick off the hindquarters; boil them plain with parsley and

butter. The fore quarters are not so good. She may let them hop off

by themselves.

Yours sincerely,

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