TC TO LEIGH HUNT; February 1837; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18370200-TC-JHLH-01; CL 9:131-132.
TC TO LEIGH HUNT
My dear Sir,
Mill, the other day, when I told him that you had never yet got your Wortley,1 almost flew into a fury, quiet man as he is and philosopher,—at some Editor or Sub-Editor or Manager he has who had shamefully neglected that duty. He means to pay off the said negligent Manager.2 He went forthwith and ordered the Book himself; and here it is: he did not know your address. Pray welcome it, and take to it as you would have done, had no fret (I know how fretting these things are) occurred in the business.
There is something in one or the other of those Biog. Univ Volumes you have which I want to see. Can you send them?
Ever faithfully Yours /
We are at home and alone every night. Have you the New Monthly?3