TC TO DAVID HOPE; 24 December 1834; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18341224-TC-DH-01; CL 7:347-348.
TC TO DAVID HOPE
Cheyne Row, Chelsea, 24th Dec. 1834.
My Dear Sir:
Here is the little piece of writing1 I told you of; which I have had some difficulty in getting a copy of for you at the set time.
It is to appear in Fraser's Magazine, as you will see; there is to be some of [sic] other kind of thing on the same subject printed near it or beside it, from the pen of Henry Drummond.2 You are at perfect liberty to print this anywhere and everywhere; or (if you judge such to be the fitter way) to let it stand unprinted: “able editors” will decide, if you yourself do not. My name had better not be mentioned (tho' that is a small matter) in connexion with it: I mean the Editor had better not allude to me; for I suppose you must tell him. And so I leave the matter with you.
Your account of poor Edward's last hours differs very considerably from that current here among his followers. They report speeches of his, etc., etc. I assure every one concerned, that my authority is one of the most punctual veracious men living, and that I will believe him. It were perhaps well, however, if you took a little pains to verify all that while it is still time: there may possibly enough some printed Narrative appear, when the contraction is not so ready, and so falsehoods will get themselves perpetuated. It is a very mournful thing for me to find how universally, except among his own sect, the noble Edward is regarded here, even by tolerant, reasonable men, as little better than an empty quack! Such is the nature of popularity: today in the clouds; to-morrow down in the gutter, and even there not low enough.
The Parlt not being dissolved, I am still in time for a frank. Woe to you Town-Councillors that must be Politicians! Whither do you think the world is tending? To the HOWE POT [Bottomless Pit]? That is the Annandale version of it.
If you see Mr. A. Glen (Farie, Glen & Co., I think they call themselves), pray tell him I received his letters, and was much obliged by them.
My wife joins me in wishing all good to be with you. Surely you will be London some day, or I in Glasgow. Forget me not.
Ever yours faithfully, /