candlestick

July-December 1858


The Collected Letters, Volume 34


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JWC TO TC ; 14 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580814-JWC-TC-01; CL 34: 127-128


JWC TO TC

Bay House—Saturday [14 August 1858]

No letter yesterday! The astonishment and disappointment I felt on seeing only one letter on the Hall table at five oclock, and that one in another Handwriting than yours, would have been reasonable perhaps, if I had not got a letter from you for a week!

Possibly you went to Scotsbrig to see how it looked without “the poor Boys”!—very well; I should expect; an immense improvement on Scotsbrig, in what is become its normal state, with “the poor Boys”!—But perhaps you didn't—and were not well enough to write—the handwriting of your last was shaky—and the sense a little shaky!—were you getting into what you call “a bilious crisis”? Dear me! I hope I shall hear to day it is all right! My nerves are not so strong yet as I had flattered myself!—in spite of all these fine drivings and sailings under the blue sky!

And Foxton! mercy of Heaven! you are actually going to Germany with that comfortless, rheumatic talking man! He will bore you twenty times worse than Newberg! A constant scratching on plaster going on beside you! Please Heaven that he have an attack of rheumatism to confine him to his sofa till you are clear off! That is the worst I wish him, but I should careless of your welfare not to wish him that!

The one letter that came yesterday was a very bulky one from—Percy Hunt!1—the old story!—my “condescension of long ago to the clumsy Boy” never it would seem to be erased from that Boys memory!2— His attempts to approach me some years ago—my satirical pleasantry of calling him “the coming man”3— Finally when he had overcome his timidity and was once more face to face with me, my cruel ridicule of——‘Kossuth,4—yes I spoke pleasantly of the “humbug in black velvet” and Percy “fled from me”! and has taken all these years to persuade himself I was not “become so hardhearted as I gave myself the air of,” and to screw himself up to asking may he try another visit? Poor Fellow! He is an excellent Son they say, and excellent Husband and Father5— But, he is certainly a little mad as a Friend!

I am not going to write any more till I have your next

Yours ever

JWC

It is raining hard today— The first wet day