TC TO LADY ASHBURTON ; 19 November 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18531119-TC-LA-01; CL 28: 315-316
TC TO LADY ASHBURTON
Chelsea, 19 Novr, 1853—
A bright frosty day; and I am just going out,—with a sense of having altogether failed within doors; which sense is very common with me, and very well grounded for most part.
To show my noble Lady what kind of things consume my small remnant of existence, and drive me into sad humours sometimes,—read and burn (at any rate burn) the two inclosed Notes. It is a melancholy thing to be set up as a general target on which all the windiest fools of the Nation are incited to fire off their nonsense! And that is the main result of “fame,” so far as I can see,—blessings on the pretty name of it. And Lord Aberdeen shakes his small canny head; and finds one heterodox. And in fact,—we must be patient, and take the evil along with the good, for they cannot be disjoined.
Here has been an immense operation; the getting of your Christmas Toys together;1 which I can at length certify appears to be victoriously, and with good generalship, done. May they make many a little heart happy; and give one great enough heart a good hour.
Maurice has withdrawn from his Female College too:2 he insisted on being unanimously invited to continue; and there were one or two dissentients to that measure. I hope they have now done with it.
My “work” is quite overset again; lying tumbled into the ditch, wheels uppermost, these two days past. Have pity on me, noble soul! I sometimes do almost pray to you; and I think if you could answer, you would. Respects to Sambo at any rate. This pen is scandalous.— Yours ever / T.C.