Besides three or four volumes of poetry Mr. Lloyd wrote novels:--"Edmund Oliver", published soon after he became acquainted with my Father, and "Isabel" of later date. After his marriage he settled at the lakes. "At Brathay," (the beautiful river Brathay near Ambleside,) says Mr. De Quincey, "lived Charles Lloyd, and he could not in candour be considered a common man. He was somewhat too Rousseauish, but he had in conversation very extraordinary powers for a.n.a.lysis of a certain kind, applied to the philosophy of manners, and the most delicate "nuances" of social life; and his Translations of Alfieri together with his own poems, shew him to have been an accomplished scholar."
My Mother has often told me how amiable Mr. Lloyd was as a youth; how kind to her little Hartley; how well content with cottage accommodation; how painfully sensitive in all that related to the affections. I remember him myself, as he was in middle life, when he and his excellent wife were most friendly to my brothers, who were school-fellows with their sons. I did not at that time fully appreciate Mr. Lloyd"s intellectual character, but was deeply impressed by the exceeding refinement and sensibility marked in his countenance and manners,--(for he was a gentleman of the old school without its formality,)--by the fluent elegance of his discourse, and, above all, by the eloquent pathos, with which he described his painful mental experiences and wild waking dreams, caused by a deranged state of the nervous system. _Le ciel nous vend toujours les biens qu"il nous prodigue_. Nervous derangement is a dear price to pay even for genius and sensibility. Too often, even if not the direct effect of these privileges, it is the accompanying drawback; hypochondria may almost be called the intellectual man"s malady.
"The Duke D"Ormond", which was written 24 years before its publication in 1822, that is in 1798, soon after Mr, Lloyd"s residence at Stowey, has great merit as a dramatic poem, in the delineation of character and states of mind; the plot is forced and unnatural; not only that, but what is worse, in point of effect, it is tediously subjective; and we feel the actions of the piece to be improbable while the feelings are true to nature; yet there is tragic effect in the scenes of the "denouement". I understand what it was in Mr. Lloyd"s mind which Mr. De Quincey calls "Rousseauish". He dwelt a good deal on the temptations to which human nature is subject, when pa.s.sions, not in themselves unworthy, become, from circ.u.mstances, sins if indulged, and the source of sin and misery; but the effect of this piece is altogether favourable to virtue, and to the parent and nurse of virtue, a pious conviction of the moral government of the world. The play contains an "anatomy" of pa.s.sion, not a "picture" of it in a concrete form, such as the works of Richardson and of Rousseau present, a picture fitted to excite "feelings" of baneful effect upon the mind, rather than to awaken "thought", which counteracts all such mischief. Indeed I think no man would have sought my Father"s daily society who was not predominantly given to reflection. What is very striking in this play is the character of the heroine, whose earnest and scrupulous devotion to her mother occasions the partial estrangement of her lover, d"Ormond, and, in its consequences, an overwhelming misery, which overturns her reason and causes her death, and thus, through remorse, works the conversion of those guilty persons of the drama, who have been slaves to pa.s.sion, but are not all "enslaved, nor wholly vile." Strong is the contrast which this play presents, in its exhibition of the female character, with that of the celebrated French and German writers, who have treated similar subjects. Men write,--I have heard a painter say, men even paint,--as they feel and as they are. Goethe"s Margaret has been thought equal to Shakespeare"s Ophelia and Desdemona; in some respects it is so; but it is like a pot of sweet ointment into which some tainting matter has fallen. I think no Englishman of Goethe"s genius and sensibility would have described a maiden, whom it was his intention to represent, though frail on one point, yet lovely and gentle-hearted, as capable of being induced to give her poor old mother a sleeping potion. "It will do her no harm." But the risk!--affection gives the wisdom of the serpent where there would else be but the simplicity of the dove. A true Englishman would have felt that such an act, so bold and undaughterly, blighted at once the lily flower, making it "put on darkness" and "fall into the portion of weeds and out-worn faces." In Mr. Lloyd"s youthful drama even the dissipated Marchioness, who tempts and yields to temptation, is made to play a n.o.ble part in the end, won back from sin by generous feeling and strong sense: and the description of Julia Villeneuve"s tender care of her mother is so characteristic of the author, that I cannot help quoting a part of it here, though it is not among the powerful parts of the play.
Describing how her aged parent"s extreme infirmity rendered her incapable, without a sacrifice, of leaving the small dwelling to which she had been accustomed, and how this had prevented her even from hinting her lover"s proposal for their union, Julia says,
"Though blind She loved this little spot. A happy wife There lived she with her lord. It was a home In which an only brother, long since dead, And I, were educated: "twas to her As the whole world. Its scanty garden plot, The hum of bees hived there, which still she heard On a warm summer"s day, the scent of flowers, The honey-suckle which trailed around its porch, Its orchard, field, and trees, her universe!-- I knew she could not long be spared to me.
Her sufferings, when alleviated best, Were most acute: and I could best perform That sacred task. I wished to lengthen out,-- By consecrating to her every moment,-- Her being to myself! etc."
"Could I leave her?-- I might have seen her,--such was D"Ormond"s plea-- Each day. But who her evening hours could cheer?
Her long and solitary evening hours?-- Talk her, or haply sing her, to her sleep?
Read to her? Smooth her pillow? Lastly make Morning seem morning with a daughter"s welcome?
For morning"s light ne"er visited her eyes!-- Well! I refused to quit her! D"Ormond grew Absent, reserved, nay splenetic and petulant!
He left the Province, nor has he once sent A kind enquiry so t" alleviate His heavy absence."
"Beritola" is Italian in form, as much as Wieland"s "Oberon", but the spirit is that of the Englishman, Charles Lloyd; it contains the same vivid descriptions of mental suffering, the same reflective display of the lover"s pa.s.sion, the same sentiments of deep domestic tenderness, uttered as from the heart and with a special air of reality, as "The Duke D"Ormond" and the author"s productions in general. The versification is rather better than that of his earlier poems, but the want of ease and harmony in the flow of the verse is a prevailing defect in Mr. Lloyd"s poetry, and often makes it appear prosaic, even where the thought is not so. This pathetic sonnet is one of a very interesting set, on the death of Priscilla Farmer, the author"s maternal grandmother, included in the joint volume:
"Oh, She was almost speechless! nor could hold Awakening converse with me! (I shall bless No more the modulated tenderness Of that dear voice!) Alas, "twas shrunk and cold Her honour"d face! yet, when I sought to speak, Through her half-open"d eyelids She did send Faint looks, that said, "I would be yet thy friend!"
And (O my chok"d breast!) e"en on that shrunk cheek I saw one slow tear roll! my hand She took, Placing it on her heart--I heard her sigh "Tis too, too much!" "Twas Love"s last agony!
I tore me from Her! "Twas her latest look, Her latest accents--Oh my heart, retain That look, those accents, till we meet again!"
S. C.
Meantime Coleridge had written to Charles Lloyd"s father three letters about his son, highly interesting as glimpses of his own character.
These letters were first published in "Charles Lamb and the Lloyds", by E. V. Lucas. They are as follows:
LETTER 44. To CHARLES LLOYD, SEN.
Dear Sir,
As the father of Charles Lloyd you are of course in some measure interested in any alteration of my schemes of life; and I feel it a kind of Duty to give you my reasons for any such alteration. I have declined my Derby connection, and determined to retire once for all and utterly from cities and towns: and am about to take a cottage and half a dozen acres of land in an enchanting Situation about eight miles from Bridgewater. My reasons are--that I have cause to believe my Health would be materially impaired by residing in a town, and by the close confinement and anxieties incident to the education of children; that as my days would be dedicated to Dr. Crompton"s children, and my evenings to a course of study with my admirable young friend, I should have scarcely a s.n.a.t.c.h of time for literary occupation; and, above all, because I am anxious that my children should be bred up from earliest infancy in the simplicity of peasants, their food, dress, and habits completely rustic. I never shall, and I never will, have any fortune to leave them: I will leave them therefore hearts that desire little, heads that know how little is to be desired, and hands and arms accustomed to earn that little. I am peculiarly delighted with the 2ist verse of the 4th chapter of Tobit, "And fear not, my son! that we are made poor: for thou hast much wealth, if thou fear G.o.d, and depart from all sin and do that which is pleasing in His sight." Indeed, if I live in cities, my children (if it please the All-good to preserve the one I have, and to give me more), my children, I say, will necessarily become acquainted with politicians and politics--a set of men and a kind of study which I deem highly unfavourable to all Christian graces. I have myself erred greatly in this respect; but, I trust, I have now seen my error. I have accordingly snapped my squeaking baby-trumpet of sedition, and have hung up its fragments in the chamber of Penitences.
Your son and I are happy in our connection--our opinions and feelings are as nearly alike as we can expect: and I rely upon the goodness of the All-good that we shall proceed to make each other better and wiser.
Charles Lloyd is greatly averse from the common run of society--and so am I--but in a city I could scarcely avoid it. And this, too, has aided my decision in favour of my rustic scheme. We shall reside near a very dear friend of mine, a man versed from childhood in the toils of the Garden and the Field, and from whom I shall receive every addition to my comfort which an earthly friend and adviser can give.
My Wife requests to be remembered to you, if the word "remember" can be properly used. You will mention my respects to your Wife and your children, and believe that I am with no mean esteem and regard
Your Friend,
S. T. COLERIDGE.
Sat.u.r.day, 15th Oct., 1796.
LETTER 45. To CHARLES LLOYD, SEN.
Dear Sir,
I received your letter, and thank you for that interest which you take in my welfare. The reasons which you urge against my present plan are mostly well-founded; but they would apply equally against any other scheme of life which "my" Conscience would permit me to adopt. I might have a situation as a Unitarian minister, I might have lucrative offices as an active Politician; but on both of these the Voice within puts a firm and unwavering negative. Nothing remains for me but schoolmastership in a large town or my present plan. To the success of both, and indeed even to my "subsisting" in either, health and the possession of my faculties are necessary Requisites. While I possess these Requisites, "I know", I can maintain myself and family in the COUNTRY; the task of educating children suits not the activity of my mind, and the anxieties and confinement incident to it, added to the living in a town or city, would to a moral certainty ruin that Health and those faculties which, as I said before, are necessary to my gaining my livelihood in "any" way. Undoubtedly, without fortune, or trade, or profession it is "impossible" that I should be in any situation in which I must not be dependent on my own health and exertions for the bread of my family. I do not regret it--it will make me "feel" my dependence on the Almighty, and it will prevent my affections from being made earthly altogether. I praise G.o.d in all things, and feel that to His grace alone it is owing that I am "enabled" to praise Him in all things. You think my scheme "monastic rather than Christian".
Can he be deemed monastic who is married, and employed in rearing his children?--who "personally" preaches the truth to his friends and neighbours, and who endeavours to instruct tho" Absent by the Press? In what line of Life could I be more "actively" employed? and what t.i.tles, that are dear and venerable, are there which I shall not possess, G.o.d permit my present resolutions to be realised? Shall I not be an Agriculturist, an Husband, a Father, and a "Priest" after the order of "Peace"? an "hireless" Priest? "Christianity teaches us to let our lights shine before men." It does so--but it likewise bids us say, Our Father, lead us not [into] temptation! which how can he say with a safe conscience who voluntarily places himself in those circ.u.mstances in which, if he believe Christ, he must acknowledge that it would be easier for a Camel to go thro" the eye of a needle than for HIM to enter into the Kingdom of Heaven? Does not that man "mock"
G.o.d who daily prays against temptations, yet daily places himself in the midst of the most formidable? I meant to have written a few lines only respecting myself, because I have much and weighty matter to write concerning my friend, Charles Lloyd; but I have been seduced into many words from the importance of the general truths on which I build my conduct.
While your Son remains with me, he will, of course, be acquiring that knowledge and those powers of Intellect which are necessary as the "foundation" of excellence in all professions, rather than the immediate science of "any". "Languages" will engross one or two hours in every day: the "elements" of Chemistry, Geometry, Mechanics, and Optics the remaining hours of study. After tolerable proficiency in these, we shall proceed to the study of "Man" and of "Men"--I mean, Metaphysics and History--and finally, to a thorough examination of the Jewish and Christian Dispensations, their doctrines and evidences: an examination necessary for all men, but peculiarly so to your son, if he be destined for a medical man. A Physician who should be even a Theist, still more a "Christian", would be a rarity indeed. I do not know "one"--and I know a "great many"
Physicians. They are "shallow" Animals: having always employed their minds about Body and Gut, they imagine that in the whole system of things there is nothing but Gut and Body. * * *
I hope your Health is confirmed, and that your Wife and children are well. Present my well-wishes. You are blessed with children who are "pure in Heart"--add to this Health, Competence, Social Affections, and Employment, and you have a complete idea of Human Happiness.
Believe me,
With esteem and friendly-heartedness,
Your obliged
S. T. COLERIDGE.
Monday, November 14th (1796).
LETTER 46. To CHARLES LLOYD, SEN.
Dear Sir,
I think it my duty to acquaint you with the nature of my connection with your Son. If he be to stay with me, I can neither be his tutor or fellow-student, nor in any way impart a regular system of knowledge. My "days" I shall devote to the acquirement of "practical"
husbandry and horticulture, that as "to beg I am ashamed," I may at least be able "to dig": and my evenings will be fully employed in fulfilling my engagements with the "Critical Review" and "New Monthly Magazine". If, therefore, your Son occupy a room in my cottage, he will be there merely as a Lodger and Friend; and the only money I shall "receive" from him will be the sum which his "board" and "lodging" will cost "me", and which, by an accurate calculation, I find will amount to half a guinea a week, "exclusive" of his washing, porter, cyder, spirits, in short any potation beyond table-beer--these he must provide himself with. I shall keep no servant.
I must add that Charles Lloyd must "furnish" his own bed-room. It is not in my power to do it myself without running into debt; from which may heaven amid its most angry dispensations preserve me!
When I mentioned the circ.u.mstances which rendered my literary engagement impracticable, when, I say, I first mentioned them to Charles Lloyd, and described the severe process of simplification which I had determined to adopt, I never dreamt that he would have desired to continue with me: and when at length he did manifest such a desire, I dissuaded him from it. But his feelings became vehement, and in the present state of his health it would have been as little prudent as humane in me to have given an absolute refusal.
Will you permit me, Sir! to write of Charles Lloyd with freedom? I do not think he ever will endure, whatever might be the consequences, to practise as a physician, or to undertake any commercial employment. What weight your authority might have, I know not: I doubt not he would struggle to submit to it--but would he "succeed" in any attempt to which his temper, feelings, and principles are inimical? * * * What then remains? I know of nothing but agriculture. If his attachment to it "should" prove permanent, and he really acquired the steady dispositions of a practical farmer, I think you could wish nothing better for him than to see him married, and settled "near you" as a farmer. I love him, and do not think he will be well or happy till he is married and settled.
I have written plainly and decisively, my dear Sir! I wish to avoid not only evil, but the "appearances" of evil. This is a world of calumnies! Yea! there is an imposthume in the large tongue of this world ever ready to break, and it is well to prevent the contents from being sputtered into one"s face. My Wife thanks you for your kind inquiries respecting her. She and our Infant are well--only the latter has met with a little accident--a burn, which is doing well.
To Mrs. Lloyd and all your children present my remembrances, and believe me in all esteem and friendliness, Yours sincerely, S. T. COLERIDGE. [1]
Sunday, December 4, 1796.
[Footnote 1: To this letter Mr. Lloyd seems to have returned the question, How could Coleridge live without companions? The answer came quickly, as we learn from a letter from Coleridge to Poole {"Letters", I, p. 186}, in which he mentions Mr. Lloyd"s query and quotes his own characteristic reply: "I shall have six companions: My Sara, my babe, my own shaping and disquisitive mind, my books, my beloved friend Thomas Poole, and lastly, Nature looking at me with a thousand looks of beauty, and speaking to me in a thousand melodies of love. If I were capable of being tired with all these, I should then detect a vice in my nature, and would fly to habitual solitude to eradicate it." Coleridge"s letter to Mr. Lloyd, containing this pa.s.sage, seems to have been lost. Note by E. V. Lucas.]
The "Ode to the Departing Year," Coleridge tells us, was written on 24th, 25th, and 26th December, 1796. It was first printed in the "Cambridge Intelligencer" of 31st December, and then republished, along with the "Lines to a Young Man who abandoned himself to a Causeless Melancholy" (probably Charles Lloyd), in quarto form of 16 pages. It was then prefaced by the following letter: