TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 5 May 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520505-TC-JF-01; CL 27: 104
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, Wedy [5 May 1852]
I have had a cold these 3 days, which has grown frightfully worse last night, and has at present flung me quite on my beam-ends.
I send the Chorley Mss.,1 tho' very doubtful whether you will find anything in it worth the trouble of looking. Item, 3 out of 5 or 6 rubbish-bundles; a still more questionable-looking adventure. These bundles, both the 3 now sent and all the rest, have each a certain labelling on them; but, alas, it now suggests no definite idea even to myself;—in fact, oblivion covers the whole matter to me, and I know not almost at all how to make a choice for you. I can only say, if you like to come here, the whole Box shall be joyfully laid open to you, and you may follow your own luck in the matter.
Oh for better times— Oh for a little west wind at any rate! Poor old Cochrane, I am heartily sad about him.
Yours ever truly /