1810 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Thomas Dermody

Joseph Blacket to Samuel Jackson Pratt, 11 August 1810, Gentleman's Magazine 81 (June 1811) 568.



Yes, my loved Mentor, "my soul unravelled fondly flies to thee." Balmy reflection! precious memory! spirit of gratitude! WELCOME, possess my every sense, till morning dawn, and with it bring repose! I have this evening been reading Raymond's Life of Dermody. Ill-fated viper! wretched Genius! who alternately was the demi-god and the fiend! how dreadfully his eyelids must have closed! But, hold! I forget that the dust of Dermody is sacred; peace to his shade, and if the gates of Elysium are opened to one misguided wretch, may that wretch be DERMODY! I have been examining too, with "my mind's eye" the pages of past days, and striving to calculate the debt owing to some of Blacket's friends: on casting up the first column, I found the sum amounted to — a LIFE of heartfelt gratitude! — I closed the volume, and hope, earnestly hope, to send you the account. My head is so giddy, my dear Mentor; so, for the present, I must quit the pen; SLEEP beckons me, and I fly to his embrace.