TC TO DELIA BACON ; 14 December 1856; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18561214-TC-DB-01; CL 32: 51-52
TC TO DELIA BACON
CHELSEA, 14 December, 1856.
DEAR MISS BACON,—I am greatly pleased to hear of you again; my thoughts about you have been many, and my inquiries many in America and here; but nothing would come out of them.1 Not very long since,—having a House2 in these days, and your old lodging having thus become accessible to me again, I pulled at the bell of the old House-door (House and Street recognizable to me by eyesight, title of them entirely forgotten),3 pulled there for several minutes, again and again: but nobody would answer;—I considered withal that probably nobody might in the least know.
But now we again hear from yourself; that you are still well; nay more, that you have achieved a manifest success in what has long been the grand Problem of your life. Well done! This must be a greater joy to you than health itself, or any other blessing; and I must say that by your steadfastness you have deserved it!— You could not have a better Publisher than Parker; I am really thankful, along with you, that your word is at last to go forth.4
My incredulity of your Thesis I have never hidden from you:5 but I willingly vote, and have voted, you should be heard on it to full length; and this, whatever farther come of it, will be a profit to the world, and to yourself—I need not say what profit it will be!
When you return to London let us, so soon as possible, see you again.6 We are in our old way, except that my Wife is rather poorlier than in common Winters (which are always unkind to her), and that I myself am sunk deeper than ever towards the very centre of Chaos,—in fact overwhelmed with such a mud-ocean of confusions and inexecutable businesses, late and early, as are like to drown me altogether, I sometimes think. But they won't either!
Yours always, /