mostly in Italy from 1822 to 1834, then for six years at Plymouth, and in 1841 emigrated to New Zealand, where he died the following year. Joseph Severn (1793-1879) was the son of an engraver, himself beginning to practise as a painter when Keats knew him. His devoted tendance of the poet during the last sad months in Italy was the determining event of Severn's career, earning him the permanent regard and gratitude of all lovers of genius. He established himself for good in Rome, where he continued to practise his art, and was for many years English consul, and one of the most familiar figures in the society of the city. Lastly, of the poet's own relations, George Keats (1799-1842) after his brother's death continued to live at Louisville in America, where he made and lost a fortune in business before he died. His widow (born Georgiana Augusta Wylie), so often and affectionately addressed in these letters, by and by took a second husband, a Mr. Jeffrey, already mentioned as the correspondent of Lord Houghton. Frances Mary Keats (18031889), always called Fanny in the delightful series of letters which her brother addressed to her as a young girl, in course of time married a Spanish gentleman, Señor Llanos, and lived in Madrid to a great old age. Several other members of the poet's circle enjoyed unusual length of days-Mr. William Dilke, for instance, dying a few years ago at ninety, and Mr. Gleig, long Chaplain-General of the Forces, at ninety-two. But with the death of his sister a year and a half ago, passed away probably the last survivor of those who could bear in memory the voice and features of Adonais. May 1891. S. C. 1 The autographs of these letters are now in the British Museum. LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS ΤΟ HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS I. TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. [London, October 31, 1816.] MY DAINTIE DAVIE-I will be as punctual as the Bee to the Clover. Very glad am I at the thoughts of seeing so soon this glorious Haydon and all his creation. I pray thee let me know when you go to Ollier's and where he resides-this I forgot to ask you-and tell me also when you will help me waste a sullen day-God 'ield you 1 II. TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON. J. K. [London,] November 20, 1816. My dear Sir-Last evening wrought me up, and I cannot forbear sending you the following— Yours unfeignedly, Removed to 76 Cheapside. JOHN KEATS. 1 The early letters of Keats are full of these Shakspearean tags and allusions: some of the less familiar I have thought it worth while to mark in the footnotes. Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake: III. TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON. [London,] Thursday afternoon, November 20, 1816. My dear Sir-Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion-I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon. My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the Ellipsis, and I glory in it. The Idea of your sending it to Wordsworth put me out of breath-you know with what Reverence I would send my Well-wishes to him. Yours sincerely JOHN KEATS. IV. TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. [London,] Tuesday [December 17, 1816]. My dear Charles-You may now look at Minerva's Ægis with impunity, seeing that my awful Visage 2 did not turn you into a John Doree. You have accordingly a legitimate title to a Copy-I will use my interest to procure it for you. I'll tell you what-I met Reynolds at Haydon's a few mornings since he promised to be with me this Evening and Yesterday I had the same 1 The references are of course to Wordsworth, Leigh Hunt, and Haydon. In the sonnet as printed in the Poems of 1817, and all later editions, the last line but one breaks off at "workings," the words "in the human mart" having been omitted by Haydon's advice. 2 Presumably as shown in some drawing or miniature. promise from Severn and I must put you in mind that on last All hallowmas' day you gave me your word that you would spend this Evening with me-so no putting off. I have done little to Endymion lately 1—I hope to finish it in one more attack. I believe you I went to Richards's-it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day. His Remembrances to (Ext. from the common place Book of my MindMem. Wednesday-Hampstead-call in Warner Street —a sketch of Mr. Hunt.)—I will ever consider you my sincere and affectionate friend—you will not doubt that I am yours. you. God bless you— JOHN KEATS. V. TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. [London,] Sunday Evening [March 2, 1817 ?].2 My dear Reynolds-Your kindness affects me SO sensibly that I can merely put down a few mono-sentences. Your Criticism only makes me extremely anxious that I should not deceive you. It's the finest thing by God as Hazlitt would say. However I hope I may not deceive you. There are some acquaintances of mine who will scratch their Beards and although I have, I hope, some Charity, I wish their Nails may be long. I will be ready at the time you mention in all Happiness. My There is a report that a young Lady of 16 has written the new Tragedy, God bless her-I will know her by Hook or by Crook in less than a week. Brothers' and my Remembrances to your kind Sisters. Yours most sincerely JOHN KEATS. 1 Not the long poem published under that title in 1818, but the earlier attempt beginning, "I stood tiptoe upon a little hill,” which was printed as a fragment in the Poems of 1817. 2 This letter, which is marked by Woodhouse in his copy "no date, sent by hand," I take to be an answer to the commendatory sonnet addressed by Reynolds to Keats on February 27, 1817: see Keats (Men of Letters Series), Appendix, p. 223. |