TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 29 February 1836; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18360229-TC-JSM-01; CL 8:316.
TC TO JOHN STUART MILL
[29 February 1836]
I got home about seven; after a wonderful day. Larks sang to me, over the red ploughed land, songs beautiful mysterious mournful,—of old days. Heavy seamen at Gravesend sat drinking heavy-wet. Then at three the Steamer, crowded miscellaneous as Noah's Ark, tumbled me back to the great Babylon, where for me also there was a little cranny to rest in.— I am not well; but I hope not permanently ill, or worn. I think Mr Hickson a very interesting worthy man; and am glad that I have seen him.
Will you “accuse the reception” of this poor Ms.?1 I do not trust the Threepennies altogether.