A certain warmth (tepid enough) and a certain dash of the picturesque are my poor essential qualities

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1143.]

To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 161-162]

La Solitude, Hyères, 26th September 1883

My dear Gosse,

It appears a bolt from Transatlantica is necessary to produce four lines from you. It is not flattering; but as I was always a bad correspondent, ’tis a vice to which I am lenient. I give you to know, however, that I have already twice (this makes three times) sent you what I please to call a letter, and received from you in return a subterfuge – or nothing. […]

My present purpose, however, which must not be postponed, is to ask you to telegraph […] to the Americans. […]

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A first incomplete version of ‘The Silverado Squatters’, RLS’s travel memory of his two-month honeymoon trip with Fanny and her son Lloyd to Napa Valley, California, in 1880, was published in the Century Magazine, NY, for Nov. and Dec, 1883 [http://babel.hathitrust.org/]

After a summer of good health of a very radiant order, toothache and the death of a very old friend, which came upon me like a thunderclap, have rather shelved my powers. I stare upon the paper, not write. I wish I could write like your ‘Sculptors’; yet I am well aware that I should not try in that direction. A certain warmth (tepid enough) and a certain dash of the picturesque are my poor essential qualities; and if I went fooling after the too classical, I might lose even these. But I envied you that page.

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Edmund W. Gosse, ‘Living English Sculptors’, The Century, June 1883 [https://ia700400.us.archive.org/]

I am, of course, deep in schemes; I was so ever. Execution alone somewhat halts. How much do you make per annum, I wonder? This year, for the first time, I shall pass £300; I may even get halfway to the next milestone. This seems but a faint remuneration; and the devil of it is, that I manage, with sickness, and moves, and education, and the like, to keep steadily in front of my income. However, I console myself with this, that if I were anything else under God’s Heaven, and had the same crank health, I should make an even zero. If I had, with my present knowledge, twelve months of my old health, I would, could, and should do something neat. As it is, I have to tinker at my things in little sittings; and the rent, or the butcher, or something, is always calling me off to rattle up a pot-boiler. And then comes a back-set of my health, and I have to twiddle my fingers and play patience.

Well, I do not complain, but I do envy strong health where it is squandered. Treasure your strength, and may you never learn by experience the profound ennui and irritation of the shelved artist. For then, what is life? All that one has done to make one’s life effective then doubles the itch of inefficiency.

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Edmund Gosse (1849-1928) [http://media-2.web.britannica.com/]

I trust also you may be long without finding out the devil that there is in a bereavement. After love it is the one great surprise that life preserves for us. Now I don’t think I can be astonished any more.

Yours affectionately,

R.L.S.

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