TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 12 May 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420512-TC-JF-01; CL 14: 186-187
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, 12 May, 1842—
On Saturday night I returned hither; yesterday I saw the new Bookseller, courteous Mr Hall,1 and got a bundle of Papers from him, [in?] which I undertook to seek some understanding, as soon as possible, under guidance of you. By implicit faith I believe it to be all correct; but my astonishment to find certain hundreds of pounds due me now and no Books mine any longer, was equal to Uncle Toby's on finding that the Catholic Sacraments were seven!2 I want your Commentary then the Booksellers declare that they will pay
Tomorrow, I think, you are busy. Can I see you on Saturday at half past two? I will bring the papers in my pocket. If I ring twice does that admit me?
My Wife seems feebler than I ever saw her—poor Wife!—but getting better, they say.
Adieu, till Saturday,—or till what other day you appoint.
Yours always truly /