TC TO RICHARD HENRY HORNE ; 5 December 1839; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18391205-TC-RHH-01; CL 11: 224
TC TO RICHARD HENRY HORNE
5. Cheyne Row, Chelsea, 5 Der, 1839—
My dear Sir,
I have been so busy this week, you have yet got no answer from me.1
If you can come so far Tomorrow evening at six o'clock, we shall all be very happy to see you at tea. The “all,” besides myself, are only my Wife and a Medical Brother of mine, a very German, very Italian and indeed very locomotive and far-travelled sort of man.
We have read “the Fetches”; there is fire in it, as in “the Death of Marlowe”:2 you must fight, and wrestle as for life, till you get it purified into “fire of the stars.” Fight and conquer!
Yours always truly /