455. Robert Southey to Charles Watkin Williams Wynn, [18 November 1799]*

My dear Wynn

Your letter found me exceedingly ill. a complaint in my bowels had left behind it a nervous fever – from which I am now just conscious of recovery. but I am reduced so as to be incapable of any exertion whatever. I have some complaint at heart, too God knows what – but if it continues I shall go to Bristol as soon as I have strength for the journey & put myself under Beddoes. I begin seriously to think of changing climate – for unless I can shake off these complaints, they will not only render professional labour impossible, but very likely destroy me.

Herbert Croft will not I think have the impudence to answer me.¹ his own letters were my materials in his own writing.

Have you seen a mad poem called Gebir?²

God bless you yrs affectionately Robert Southey

Monday. Burton.