Well, this friend whom so pleasingly you introduce Is an uncommon pleasant agreeable Goose
“Everybody now
must ‘move in a circle’” observes Jane Austen in her unfinished 1817 novel Sanditon
and for a period Mr and Mrs Reynolds and their children, most notably John
Hamilton Reynolds, moved in the circle of John Keats. The Reynolds’s also had a
link to John Milward Freeman Dovaston, the naturalist and poet who is the
recipient of this letter; he was a former pupil of Mr Reynolds at Shrewsbury
School. But Keats came to dislike Mrs Reynolds and her daughters and Dovaston
distanced himself too. In her 1981 book Letters
from Lambeth, Joanna Richardson thought the problem in both cases was Mrs
Reynolds’ excessive desire to please combined with jealous behaviour in which
her daughters joined. The poem transcribed here can be read as supporting the
truth of the former complaint.
In rhyming
couplets over two sides Charlotte Reynolds thanks Dovaston both for the gift of
a poem and of a live goose which is going to be eaten. There was indeed a poem,
the twin of this one, which Dovaston published later in 1811 with the title,
“TO MRS. REYNOLDS, OF LAMBETH, with a Goose.” It can be found online and I will
leave it there; one poem about a sacrificial goose is quite enough.
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Transcription
Addressed to
John Dovaston Esqr Junr The Nursery
near Oswestry Salop
Datelined: Jan/y
13th 1808
To yourself my
good friend, as well as your Muse
I beg my best
thanks for her verse, & your Goose
With both I am
pleas’d, as they fully express
Strong motives of
kindness to say nothing less
And proves, “out
of sight, out of mind” not quite true
An adage, of old,
but not strengthnd in you.
Well, this friend
whom so pleasingly you introduce
Is an uncommon
pleasant agreeable Goose,
For as soon as
she enterd, the intelligent Bird
Began bustling & cackling, in strains yet
unheard,
Her master she
said, in remembrance held dear
The hours he had
spent in much cheerfulness here
Of Friendship she
prated, but seemd rather hoarse
But that might
arise from her journey of course.
Then good manners
in every sense she expressd
And no doubt she
will charm, when once she is dress’d
Oh so warmly, so
wily, she chanted your praise
And with such
pride & pleasure, deliverd your lays,
That George [her husband],
& myself, at once felt the charm,
Of Friendship
express’d, in language so warm.
But the best
thing of all that we could discern
From her notes,
were, that quickly you meant to return.
For this welcome
news – respect also to you,
I entreated her
stay, t’was the least I could do
She graciously
bow’d to my kind invitation
And next Thursday
at Table will fill up her station.
When to give her
the meeting I mean to engage
The serious, the
witty, the young & the Sage.
With mirth, song,
& reason, to temper the jest
To which good
Madame Goose will no doubt give zest.
When your health
shall be drunk at this little carouse
But one thing
will be wanting – oh – sweet Pinky House
For what more can
please than such music as thine
Admir’d &
enjoy’d, by a family circle like mine.
Our girls are all
charm’d, our Boy is delighted
Whenever they
hear that friend Dov is invited
But I think it
high time, I should make some excuse
For say’g so
little, in regard to your muse
Who tho, I
acknowledge, must needs be admir’d,
Yet, her praises
on me are too high – too much fir’d.
In my life, I was
never so finely bespather’d
Tho a theme
t’was, in which, I can bear to be flatterd
But allow me to
smile, that so late in the day
My name should be
sung as tho it were May
So good Lady
Muse, let me, ere I adjourne
Present my
regards as a grateful return
And that you may
remain is my ardent Petition
Chear as ye are –
not in hobbling condition
As my humble Muse
- who in rhyming or prose
Cannot even earn
Glasses to wear on her nose.
This premis’d I
don’t find I have further to say
Than our kindest
remembrance to self, & to ….
In which Jane,
John [Hamilton
Reynolds], & Mary, Eliza & Lot [Charlotte Reynolds junior]
most earnestly beg, they may not be forgot
Charlotte
Reynolds
All arriv’d safe
and well & were excellent
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