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where I enjoy myself now — and wherever I go -we must bring three parts in four of the treat along with us
In short, we must be happy within and then few things without us make much difference This is my Shandean philosophy. You will read a comic account of my journey from Calais, through Paris, to the Garonne, in these volumes tell me they are done with spirit it must speak for itself. Give my kind respects to Mr. Selwin and my friend Panchaud When you see Baron d'Holbach, present him my respects, and believe me, dear F., Yours cordially,
LV. TO DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.
London, March 16, 1765. DEAR GARRICK, I THREATENED you with a letter in one I wrote a few weeks ago to Foley, but (to my shame be it spoken) I lead such a life of dissipation I have never had a moment to myself which has not been broke in upon, by one engagement or impertinence or another
and as plots thicken towards the latter end of a piece, I find, unless I take pen and ink just now, I shall not be able to do it, till either I am got into the country, or you to the city.
You are teazed and tormented too much by your pondents to return to us, and with accounts how much your friends, and how much your Theatre wants you so that I will not magnify either our loss or yours but hope cordially to see you soon.
Since I wrote last I have frequently stept into your house
that is, as frequently as I could take the whole party where I dined along with me This was but justice to you, as I walked in as a wit
but with regard to myself, I balanced the account thus I am sometimes in my friend - 's house, but he is always in Tristram Shandy's where my friends say he will continue (and I hope the prophecy true for my own immortality), even when he himself is no more.
I have had a lucrative winter's campaign here Shandy sells well – I am taxing the public with two more volumes of Sermons, which will more than double the gains of Shandy - It goes into the world with a prancing list de toute la noblesse
which will bring me in three hundred pounds, exclusive of the sale of the copy – so that with all the contempt of money which ma façon de penser has ever impressed on me, I shall be rich in spite of myself: but I scorn, you must know, in the high ton I take at present, to pocket all this trash I set out to lay a portion of it out in the service of the world, in a tour round Italy, where I shall spring game or the deuce is in the dice. In the beginning of September I quit England, that I may avail myself of the time of vintage, when all nature is joyous, and so saunter philosophically for a year or so, on the other side the Alps. - I hope your pilgrimages have brought Mrs. Garrick and yourself back à la fleur de jeunesse - May you both long feel the sweets of it, and your friends with you – Do, dear friend, make my kindest wishes and compliments acceptable to the best and wisest of the daughters of Eve You shall ever believe, and ever find me affectionately yours,
Bath, April 6, 1765. I SCALP you! my dear Garrick! my dear friend! foul befal the man who hurts a hair of your head! and so full was I of that very sentiment that
letter had not been put into the post-office ten minutes, before my heart smote me; and I sent to recal it but failed you are sadly to blame, Shandy! for this, quoth I, leaning with my head on my hand, as I recriminated upon my false delicacy in the affair
Garrick's nerves (if he has any left) are as fine and delicately spun as thy own — his sentiments as honest and friendly thou knowest, Shandy, that he loves thes -- why wilt thou hazard him a moment's pain? Puppy! fool, coxcomb, jack-ass, &c. &c. and so I balanced the account to your favour, before I received it wn up in your way I say your way for it is not stated so much to your honour and credit as I had passed the account before for it was a most lamented truth that I never received one of the letters your friendship meant me, except whilst in Paris. — Oh! how I congratulate you for the anxiety the world has, and continues to be under, for your return Return, return, to the few who love you, and the thousands who admire you. The moment you set your foot upon yon stage mark! I tell it you
by some magic irresistible power, every fibre about your heart will vibrate afresh, and strong and feelingly as ever Nature, with glory at her back, will light up the torch within you and there is enough of it left to heat and enlighten the world these
many, many, many years. Heaven be praised! (I utter it from my soul) that
your lady, and my Minerva, is in a condition to walk to Windsor — full rapturously will I lead the graceful pilgrim to the temple, where I will sacrifice with the purest incense to her — but you may worship with me, or not
'twill make no difference either in the truth or warmth of my devotion still (after all I have seen) I still maintain her peerless.
Powell good Heaven! give me some one with less smoke and more fire. There are who, like the Pharisees, still think they shall be heard for much speaking Come
come away, my dear Garrick, and teach us another lesson.
Adieu! I love you dearly and your lady better — not hobbyhorsically but most sentimentally and affectionately for I am yours (that is, if you never say another word about -) with all the sentiments of love and friendship you deserve from me,
Bath, April 15, 1765. MY DEAR FOLEY, My wife tells me she has drawn for one hundred pounds, and 'tis fit that you should be paid it that minute the
money is now in Becket's hands send me, my dear Foley, my account, that I may discharge the balance to this time, and know what to leave in your hands. I have made a good campaign of it this year in the field of the literati
my two volumes of Tristram, and two of Sermons, which I shall print very soon, will bring me a considerable sum. Almost all the nobility in England honour me with their names, and 'tis thought it will be the largest and most splendid list which ever pranced before a book, since subscriptions came into fashion. Pray present my most sincere compliments to Lady H-, whose name I hope to insert with many others. As so many men of genius favour me with their names also, I will quarrel with Mr. Hume, and call him Deist, and what not, unless I have his name too. My love to Lord W- Your name, Foley, I have put in as a free-will offering of my labours, your list of subscribers you will send 'tis but a crown for sixteen sermons Dog cheap! but I am in quest of honour, not money. Adieu, adieu, believe me, dear Foley, Yours truly,
Coxwould, May 23, 1765.
summerhouse with my head and heart full, not of my Uncle Toby's amours with the Widow Wadman, but
Sermons and your letter has drawn me out of a pensive mood - the spirit of it pleaseth me, but, in this solitude, what can I tell or write to you but about myself? I am glad that you are in love, 'twill cure you at least of the spleen, which has a bad effect both on man and
- I myself must ever have some Dulcinea in my head, it harmonizes the soul
and in those cases I first endeavour to make the lady believe so, rather I begin first to make myself believe that I am in love, but I carry on my affairs quite in the French way, sentimentally “l'amour," (say they) "n'est rien sans sentiment.” Now notwithstanding they make such a