"Retine vim istam, falsa enim dicam, si coges."--EUSEBIUS.
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        This was suggested in front of Alfoxden. The Boy was a son of my 
      friend, Basil Montagu, who had been two or three years under our 
      care. The name of Kilve is from a village on the Bristol Channel, 
      about a mile from Alfoxden; and the name of Liswyn Farm was taken 
      from a beautiful spot on the Wye. When Mr. Coleridge, my Sister, 
      and I, had been visiting the famous John Thelwall, who had taken 
      refuge from politics, after a trial for high treason, with a view 
      to bring up his family by the profits of agriculture, which proved 
      as unfortunate a speculation as that he had fled from, Coleridge 
      and he had both been public lecturers; Coleridge mingling, with 
      his politics, Theology, from which the other elocutionist 
      abstained, unless it were for the sake of a sneer. This quondam 
      community of public employment induced Thelwall to visit Coleridge 
      at Nether Stowey, where he fell in my way. He really was a man of 
      extraordinary talent, an affectionate husband, and a good father. 
      Though brought up in the City, he was truly sensible of the beauty 
      of natural objects. I remember once, when Coleridge, he, and I 
      were seated together upon the turf on the brink of a stream in the 
      most beautiful part of the most beautiful glen of Alfoxden, 
      Coleridge exclaimed, "This is a place to reconcile one to all the 
      jarrings and conflicts of the wide world."--"Nay," said Thelwall, 
      "to make one forget them altogether." The visit of this man to 
      Coleridge was, as I believe Coleridge has related, the occasion of 
      a spy being sent by Government to watch our proceedings, which 
      were, I can say with truth, such as the world at large would have 
      thought ludicrously harmless.