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　　LETTER 606

　　CHARLES LAMB TO J. FULLER RUSSELL

　　[Summer, 1834.]

　　Sir,—I hope you will finish "Emily." The story I cannot at this stage anticipate. Some looseness of diction I have taken liberty to advert to. It wants a little more severity of style. There are too many prettinesses, but parts of the Poem are better than pretty, and I thank you for the perusal.

　　Your humble Servt.

　　C. LAMB.

　　Perhaps you will favour me with a call while you stay.

　　Line 42. "The old abbaye" (if abbey was so spelt) I do not object to, because it does not seem your own language, but humoursomely adapted to the "how folks called it in those times."

　　82. "Flares"! Think of the vulgarism "flare up;" let it be "burns."

　　112. [In her pale countenance is blent

　　The majesty of high intent

　　With meekness by devotion lent,

　　And when she bends in prayer

　　Before the Virgin's awful shrine,—

　　The rapt enthusiast might deem

　　The seraph of his brightest dream,

　　Were meekly kneeling there.]

　　"Was" decidedly, not "were." The deeming or supposition, is of a reality, not a contingency. The enthusiast does not deem that a thing may be, but that it is.

　　118. [When first young Vernon's flight she knew,

　　The lady deemed the tale untrue.]

　　"Deemed"! This word is just repeated above; say "thought" or "held." "Deem" is half-cousin to "ween" and "wot."

　　143. [By pure intent and soul sincere

　　Sustained and nerved, I will not fear

　　Reproach, shame, scorn, the taunting jeer,

　　And worse than all, a father's sneer.]

　　A father's "sneer"? Would a high-born man in those days sneer at a daughter's disgrace—would he only sneer?

　　Reproach, and biting shame, and—worse

　　Than all—the estranged father's curse.

　　I only throw this hint out in a hurry.

　　177. "Stern and sear"? I see a meaning in it, but no word is good that startles one at first, and then you have to make it out: "drear," perhaps. Then why "to minstrel's glance"? "To fancy's eye," you would say, not "to fiddler's eye."

　　422. A knight thinks, he don't "trow."

　　424. "Mayhap" is vulgarish. Perchance.

　　464. "Sensation" is a philosophic prose word. Feeling.

　　27. [The hill, where ne'er rang woodman's stroke,

　　Was clothed with elm and spreading oak,

　　Through whose black boughs the moon's mild ray

　　As hardly strove to win a way,

　　As pity to a miser's heart.]

　　Natural illustrations come more naturally when by them we expound mental operations than when we deduce from natural objects similes of the mind's workings. The miser's struggle thus compared is a beautiful image. But the storm and clouds do not inversely so readily suggest the miser.

　　160. [Havock and Wrath, his maniac bride, Wheel o'er the conflict, &c.]

　　These personified gentry I think are not in taste. Besides, Fear has been pallid any time these 2,000 years. It is mixing the style of Aeschylus and the Last Minstrel.

　　175. Bracy is a good rough vocative. No better suggests itself, unless Grim, Baron Grimm, or Grimoald, which is Saxon, or Grimbald! Tracy would obviate your objection [that the name Bracy occurs in Ivanhoe] but Bracy is stronger.

　　231. [The frown of night Conceals him, and bewrays their sight.]

　　Betrays. The other has an unlucky association.

　　243. [The glinting moon's half-shrouded ray.]

　　Why "glinting," Scotch, when "glancing" is English?

　　421. [Then solemnly the monk did say,

　　(The Abbot of Saint Mary's gray,)

　　The leman of a wanton youth

　　Perhaps may gain her father's ruth,

　　But never on his injured breast

　　May lie, caressing and caressed.

　　Bethink you of the vow you made

　　When your light daughter, all distraught,

　　From yonder slaughter-plain was brought,

　　That if in some secluded cell

　　She might till death securely dwell,

　　The house of God should share her wealth.]

　　Holy abbots surely never so undisguisedly blurted out their secular aims.

　　I think there is so much of this kind of poetry, that it would not be very taking, but it is well worthy of pleasing a private circle. One blemish runs thro', the perpetual accompaniment of natural images. Seasons of the year, times of day, phases of the moon, phenomena of flowers, are quite as much your dramatis personae as the warriors and the ladies. This last part is as good as what precedes. The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 6