Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 August 1887 — A Letter of [?] poet Keats. [ARTICLE]

A Letter of [?] poet Keats.

In one of his letters to his sister he says, expressing a momentary high feeling: Oh, there is nothing like fine weather, and heaWa, and books, and a contented mkid, and diligent habits of reading and thinking, and an amulet against the enemies, and please heaven, a little claret wine out of a cellar a mile deep—with a few, or a good many, ratalia cakes—a rocky basin to bathe in;” and he enunciates much else, tapering off into a series of rollicking whims, and ending with about tliirt .-ii: lines of doggerel rhyme. But K *atn alway * Lad a breezy way of ratt-mig oil’ his wishes ami i •• lings in his eerrespondeiicv*, wi< h w-* wi# i • but one more •- 1- p!e. It is bun eof the letter *o h>- rive - v from Winchester. He says: ‘! should like now [<) prOillH «» U' Ft U#lU *D it **. ■ *ll'* . * apple-1.. -tin.g, 1 mr-tasd.-g, plum-judg-iug, apn- t.t nihi.imv, peacli- .lunching. m etarine-sucl iog, and melon-carv-ing. 1 have also a great feeling for anti plated el -rrifut! of sugar-cracks • —and a ' hi: currant tree, kept for company. J admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond, to eat white currants and see gold-fish, and go to the fair in the evening, if I'm good. There is not hope for that —one is sure to get in some mess before the evening.”—Joel Benton, In the Manhattan.