Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends, by John Keats

99. — To Fanny Keats.

My dear Fanny — If it were but six o’Clock in the morning I would set off to see you to-day: if I should do so now I could not stop long enough for a how d’ye do — it is so long a walk through Hornsey and Tottenham — and as for Stage Coaching it besides that it is very expensive it is like going into the Boxes by way of the pit. I cannot go out on Sunday — but if on Monday it should promise as fair as to-day I will put on a pair of loose easy palatable boots and me rendre chez vous. I continue increasing my letter to George to send it by one of Birkbeck’s sons who is going out soon — so if you will let me have a few more lines, they will be in time. I am glad you got on so well with Monsr. le Curé. Is he a nice clergyman? — a great deal depends upon a cock’d hat and powder — not gunpowder, lord love us, but lady-meal, violet-smooth, dainty-scented, lilly-white, feather-soft, wigsby-dressing, coat-collar-spoiling, whisker-reaching, pig-tail-loving, swans-down-puffing, parson-sweetening powder. I shall call in passing at the Tottenham nursery and see if I can find some seasonable plants for you. That is the nearest place — or by our la’kin or lady kin, that is by the virgin Mary’s kindred, is there not a twig-manufacturer in Walthamstow? Mr. and Mrs. Dilke are coming to dine with us to-day. They will enjoy the country after Westminster. O there is nothing like fine weather, and health, and Books, and a fine country, and a contented Mind, and diligent habit of reading and thinking, and an amulet against the ennui — and, please heaven, a little claret wine cool out of a cellar a mile deep — with a few or a good many ratafia cakes — a rocky basin to bathe in, a strawberry bed to say your prayers to Flora in, a pad nag to go you ten miles or so; two or three sensible people to chat with; two or three spiteful folks to spar with; two or three odd fishes to laugh at and two or three numskulls to argue with — instead of using dumb bells on a rainy day —

Two or three Posies

With two or three simples —

Two or three Noses

With two or three pimples —

Two or three wise men

And two or three ninny’s —

Two or three purses

And two or three guineas —

Two or three raps

At two or three doors —

Two or three naps

Of two or three hours —

Two or three Cats

And two or three mice —

Two or three sprats

At a very great price —

Two or three sandies

And two or three tabbies —

Two or three dandies

And two Mrs. —— mum

Two or three Smiles

And two or three frowns —

Two or three Miles

To two or three towns —

Two or three pegs

For two or three bonnets —

Two or three dove eggs

To hatch into sonnets —

Good-bye I’ve an appointment — can’t

stop pon word — good-bye — now

don’t get up — open the door my-

self — good-bye — see ye Monday.

J. K.


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