Letter from Samuel Taylor Coleridge to Joseph Cottle with postscript by Sarah Coleridge

Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834

dc.creator	Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834
dc.date.accessioned	2014-11-05T19:22:12Z
dc.date.available	2014-11-05T19:22:12Z
dc.date.issued	1798-03-17
dc.identifier.uri	https://repository.tcu.edu/handle/116099117/6114
dc.description	Autograph letter written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge to Joseph Cottle with postscript by Sarah Coleridge. Includes transcriptions.
dc.format	PDF
dc.format.medium	2 pages, double sheet, 23 x 18.4 cm
dc.relation	William Luther Lewis Collection
dc.rights	Prior written permission from TCU Special Collections required to use any photograph.
dc.source	FF-B2; Housed in a blue buckram box labeled "Autograph Letters"; 454
dc.subject	Authors
dc.subject	Letters
dc.subject	Autographs
dc.title	Letter from Samuel Taylor Coleridge to Joseph Cottle with postscript by Sarah Coleridge
dc.type	Image
dc.identifier.digitool	97602	en_US
dc.date.captured	2012-03-29
dc.description.transcription	My dear Cottle I never involved you in the bickering—and never suspected you, in any one action of your life (except that of ‘our poems’) [parentheses and words deleted] of practicing any guile against any human being except yourself—Your letter supplied only one in a Link of circumstances that informed me of some things & perhaps deceived me in others -- -- I shall write to day to Lloyd.— You will be so kind as not to communicate the contents of my last letter, concerning the Tragedies &c, to any one.—There is no occasion.—I do not think, I shall come to Bristol for these lectures—I ardently wish for the knowledge—but Mrs. Coleridge is within a month of her time—and I cannot. I ought not to leave her—especially, as her Surgeon is not a John Hunter, nor our house likely to perish from a plethora of comforts. Besides, there are other things that might disturb that evenness of benevolent feeling which I wish to cultivate. [p. 2] I am much better-- & at present, at Allfoxden—and my new & tender health is all over me like a voluptuous feeling.— God bless you—I do not much like to make you pay the postage for this scrawl; but you requested it. [period followed by deleted word, or part of word] S. T. Coleridge