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Swinburne's continuing interest in the Theban legend, "with its infinite suggestions and significances,"[1] provided the binding metaphor when in 1880 he gathered a series of his parodies, written over a period of two decades, under the omnibus title, Specimens of Modern Verse: The Heptalogia, or The Seven against Sense: A Cap with Seven Bells. The volume was issued anonymously, and obviously with good cause since six of its subjects were alive and still writing. It was essential, moreover, to Swinburne's design that it be published on the same date as his Studies in Song, which he intended to acknowledge. "How is it," he inquires irritably of Andrew Chatto, "that no copies of the Heptalogia accompanied these Studies? You will remember that it was my particular desire that the two books should appear together on the same day."[2] Though simultaneous

Ambiguity there was, but the truth, as Swinburne doubtless assumed, was not to remain dark for very long. On the book's appearance, Rossetti wrote briefly to Watts-Dunton, asking whether the "whole" was from Swinburne's hand and whether it appeared with his sanction. Though he had yet to see the collection, its contents "as reported seemed very dubious as to friendship."[3] Whatever the mollification Watts-Dunton may have offered, it is not recorded; and indeed the record of allusion to the Heptalogia gradually closes off, much as though an indiscretion (however well-loved) were henceforth to be dead and buried. Perhaps this was a further concession to the cautious new regimen imposed at The Pines, though it is to be recalled that Watts-Dunton proved no obstacle when late in 1881 the poet published his "Disgust: A Dramatic Monologue" in reaction to Tennyson's "Despair: A Dramatic Monologue." In any event, as late as 1896, T. J. Wise and W. R. Nicoll thought it safe to pronounce, as if drawing upon a private confidence, that "it may without hesitation now be stated that Mr. Swinburne has admitted the authorship of The Heptalogia, but has at the same time expressed his determination never to republish the volume."[4]
What enterprise may have already been brewing in Wise's imagination must be left to inference, but he and Nicoll would have done well to hesitate before entering the second claim. For when Swinburne proceeded to order his poetry for the Collected Poems of 1904, the Heptalogia was accorded its proper position among the later miscellanies that compose the fifth volume. At that point, Swinburne not only formally acknowledged his authorship, but, contrary to his usual practice, made substantial alterations

The two copies alluded to by Wise were thus unquestionable latecomers, their transcriptions based on the copy Swinburne had presented long before to Burne-Jones. Though this volume has yet to be unearthed, it turns out that another, contemporary with it, does in fact exist; and there is good reason to assume that it is a close approximation, if not a precise version, of the volume that Swinburne used as his source. In its margins are to be found, in Swinburne's hand, virtually all of the revisions he was to incorporate in the reprint. Attached to it, and of significant bibliographical and biographical relevance, are three letters in the hand of its original owner, John Nichol, addressed to his Glasgow bookseller, Hugh Hopkins.
Nichol had first met Swinburne while both were undergraduates at Oxford, and though he was to return to Scotland soon after taking his degree, their friendship remained fast through the 1860's and 1870's. In June of 1880 Nichol passed a gratifying week with Swinburne and Watts-Dunton at their new accommodations; the Heptalogia appeared in December of that year; and in March of the next Nichol published his review of it in the Glasgow Herald.[8] But as happened so often to Swinburne's old friendships, his relations with Nichol gradually lessened and came finally

The first, dated 20 September 1890, establishes the context and tone of the other two:
Dear Sir,
I do not myself value Heptalogia at so much as is offered for it, especially as I have already said in a review all that I have to say of it: & I do not like the attack on my friend "Owen Meredith" at all. But in full reflection I have come to the conclusion that I cannot sell the book with notes which may seem or be said to be of the nature of a private communication, ie that it must not be sold while both Swinburne & I are alive. He has of late years become such an egotist that I do not so much as I once wd have done, consider his feelings in the matter: but I can allow no one [anyth deleted] anywhere to be able to say that for the sake of a little money I did an ungentlemanly thing. I did not send the book to you for sale but for sight. Your foreman may have misunderstood me however: & you may give my explanation, with my excuses, to the gentleman who has offered for the book.
Yours truly
The second letter, dated 19 October, shows still the firmness of Nichol's resolve, though with a minor concession:
Dear Sir,
I called when in town last but you were out. As I may be hurried when passing through on my way south, it would save trouble if you could make up our balance — on one side my debt to you for packing, etc, on the other sums due for Atalanta & doing estimate of books taken in & amounts received from Messrs Smart and McCormick. Then if convenient send me here a cheque for the balance. I shall call for Heptalogia: tell the gentleman that he may have it for the sum offered immediately on [Swin deleted] my death or Swinburne's.
Yours truly
Nichol's allusion to the sale of Atalanta in Calydon, quite possibly Swinburne's presentation copy, suggests the degree of souring of their friendship. His commitment at this point to only a posthumous sale of the Heptalogia gives way in the next letter, dated 23 October. The opening concerns Nichol's accounts, and then he promises to come down on the 31st.

Tell your customer, with my compts: — 1 / I do not like the MS abuse, or I should not dream of parting with it.
2. I do not think he would be making a bad bargain, if he had liberty to sell the book; for it is a curiosity & to Swinburne worshippers (of whom I am not one), a treasure.
3. But, in such a curious transaction (if I decide to complete it), as he knows my name, I think, I ought to know his: and I would require his promise not to show about, or part with, the book till my death or Swinburne's. In the first event I should certainly, save through "planchet," have no more to say; in the second (which be far hence) I would feel free from obligation.
Ascertain, & then let lie till I call . . . .
The identity of the shadowy gentleman — indeed, whether it was he who made the purchase — remains uncertain. When the volume next appears, it is as part of the Jerome Kern Collection, from which it was bought in 1929 by Owen D. Young, with whose library it passed into the Berg Collection, where it now resides.[10]
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