Coleridges Ancient Mariner and Select Poems | Page 6

manner of vegetables, have an orchard,
and shall raise corn with the spade, enough for my family. We have two pigs, and ducks
and geese. A cow would not answer the keep: we have whatever milk we want from T.
Poole."
There is a suspicious regularity about this schedule. Lamb wrote from London in January:
"Is it a farm that you have got? And what does your worship know about farming?" His
agricultural activity, in the month of February, must have been chiefly prospective; and
we may safely assume that Poole supplied other things besides milk, and that the poet
spent more time reading, dreaming, and talking than he did raising potatoes. A good deal
of time must have been spent in the actual composition of his poetry, including his play
"Osorio," which was written in 1797, and in studying the landscape beauties of the
Quantocks. After the coming of the Wordsworths to Alfoxden he spent much of the time
walking between Alfoxden and Stowey, or further afield with Wordsworth and his sister.
"My walks," he wrote afterwards, "were almost daily on the top of Quantock, and among
its sloping coombs. With my pencil and
memorandum-book in my hand, I was making
studies, as the artists call them, and often moulding them into verse with the objects and
imagery immediately before my eyes." This does not sound much like "raising corn with
the spade."
On Sundays he would sometimes preach before such Unitarian
congregations, within
walking distance, as cared to hear him. But as he would take no pay for his services his
preaching contributed nothing toward the support of his family. Lloyd, who was epileptic
and subject to moody variation in his attachments, was but an irregular housemate after
the first few months, and his contribution to the household expenses was correspondingly
uncertain. The future looked so dark in October, 1797, that in spite of misgivings and
former scruples he had concluded that he "must become a Unitarian minister, as a less
evil than starvation." Accordingly he was in Shrewsbury in January, 1798, preaching in
the Unitarian church and on the point of accepting the pastorate at a salary of £150 a year,
when the sky brightened in another quarter. Thomas and Josiah Wedgwood, sons of the
famous potter and friends of Thomas Poole, offered him an equal sum annually as a free
gift. They were wealthy men, well able to afford it; they attached no condition to the gift
except that he should devote himself entirely to the study of poetry and philosophy,
which was precisely what he wanted to do; and he was not long in determining to accept
the offer. "I accepted it," he wrote to Wordsworth while still at Shrewsbury, "on the
presumption that I had talents, honesty, and propensities to perseverant effort." The
propensities, alas, remained propensities, never acquiring the force of habit. The pension,
however, continued to be paid in full until 1812, when Josiah Wedgwood withdrew his
half of it. The other half, upon the death of Thomas Wedgwood in 1805, had been
secured to Coleridge for life; and this annuity must have constituted the chief reliance of
Mrs. Coleridge for many years.

If Coleridge did not prosper financially, he was at least fortunate in his friends; and a
man's friends are after all the best testimony to the character of his mind and heart. When
he went to Stowey in December, 1796, he was again on good terms with Southey, though
the enthusiasm of their first fellowship was gone. The friendship with Lamb, begun in
their school-days and renewed at the "Salutation and Cat" in 1794, was maintained by an
eager correspondence and by Lamb's visit to Stowey in July, 1797; and although Lloyd's
vagaries led to a coolness between the old friends in the following year, the breach was
soon healed, and the friendship continued till death. Another with whom Coleridge
maintained a voluminous correspondence in 1796-7 was John Thelwall, theoretical
democrat, atheist, and admirer of Godwin, whose visit to Coleridge and Wordsworth in
the summer of 1797 so shocked the good conservatives of the neighborhood that
Wordsworth had to leave Alfoxden in consequence of it. But without doubt the dearest
and most influential friend Coleridge had before the Wordsworths came into his life was
Thomas Poole. It was in order to be in daily intercourse with Poole that he moved to
Stowey; and Poole's hesitation about securing the cottage for him, arising, Coleridge
seemed to fear, from imperfect confidence and friendship, was a source of agonized
apprehension to the sensitive poet. When we consider that Poole was a self-educated man,
a Somersetshire tanner with no claim to literary genius or philosophical acquirements,
Coleridge's devotion to him and dependence on him bring out in a strong light the
substantial, elemental character of the