TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD ; 31 December 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18421231-TC-CR-01; CL 15: 256-257
TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD
Chelsea, 31 decr 1842—
My dear Sir,
Many thanks again for your new punctual Package of Christmas Gifts,—supreme in their material quality, and emblematic of still more precious inner meanings! We are well pleased always to be reminded of you. The Porter arrived duly on the Sunday morning;1 and all was as right and excellent as you yourself could have wished it. Alfred Tennyson the Poet, as it chanced, lent help in doing honour to the magnificent Cambrian Goose. A fowl destined to be eaten could desire no more!— Do you know Alfred's Poems? If you do not, pray get the two little volumes, and read them, especially the second.— We send you now and always many kind thanks and wishes.
For a while past I have been endeavouring to work a little, in the visible way; but it prospers very ill with me. I have enough to say: but it seems to lie as if at the centre of the Earth, and whole continents are to be torn up before it can get utterance! May the gods assist a poor worker in such case. It is difficult to speak: and yet who can hold his tongue? England, like a bleeding Gethsemane, in dumb agony, too eloquently calls on all men to speak. We shall see.
I often think, were the black miry Winter once done, I will fly out into the Sunshine again: the valley of Glamorgan, with mountains, rivers, seas, with a swift horse to ride, and a Friend's face to look upon—is not all this inviting enough! I wish it lay 100 miles nearer; I wish I were not altogether a stranger there. My horror of strange things is great; and, alas, I am grown and ever more growing a stranger everywhere on this green Earth. My chief advantage here in this frightful smoke-chaos is that the people will let me be a stranger without making me an enemy too.— Once more, we shall see.
When you come to Town again, do not forget us. My Wife greets you with many kind wishes. Commend me to your good venerable Mother.
Yours ever truly /