TC TO MARY RICH ; 29 September 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450929-TC-MRI-01; CL 19: 224-225
TC TO MARY RICH
Scotsbrig, Ecclefechan n.B. 29 Septr 1845—
Dear Mrs Rich,
That Note has followed me hither. Will you be so kind as communicate it to Mademoiselle Daulion;1 and request her to send some message to this Bookseller of the Rue de la Paix2. If she be actually persisting to translate the Cromwell, she can try to make some bargain for herself with this Bookseller, or tell him that she has already made one. If she have dropt the Enterprise, ask her to tell him so. This is the arrangement I have made for her.— If she say nothing, the man will consider the field as still open:— but of course she will say.
The Book is now done; not quite so monstrous a Book as I once feared;—and certainly the ugliest job of labour in the Book kind that ever fell to my lot. We will hope it was a pious labour in some sort; and if so, likely to do some good somewhere, at some time, in some manner,—as it shall please Heaven.
I am here for a week or two with my Mother. The weather very muddy; the people all lamenting the Potatoe-Epidemic,—and other grievances they labour under. Potatoes, it is prophesied by some, are about ceasing to grow at all in these climates, the virtue of them worn out by length of years. That will make a precious kettle of fish; that of itself! But we hope better things, tho' we thus speak,—as the Preachers say.3
I am to be back in London in a week or two,—and hope to hear more of you there. Mr Scott seemed to us all very much improved.— Adieu, dear Mrs Rich.
Yours ever truly /
To Mrs Rich / at Paris