TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 14 March 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420314-TC-JF-01; CL 14: 71-72
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Templand, 14 March, 1842
Your kind little Note reached me here; and I snatch a moment from manifold confusions to acknowledge it.
My poor Wife could come no farther than Liverpool; I had to leave her there very desolate and poorly in all ways. She is still there; waiting for her uncle's return from this place; which is to take effect now on Wednesday; after which she will go back to Chelsea with one of her female Cousins to nurse her, whom she likes well in that and all capacities. Her Notes to me are brief, quiet, and full of sorrow, which Time only can alleviate. Her Mother was among the most affectionate of Mothers, to this her only Daughter, who has now no Mother, and almost no kinsfolk left. It has been a very sad business, descending like a swift cutting stroke, where no stroke was apprehended.
As for me, many confused and very alien matters have fallen to my charge; in which I as yet by no means see what my true way is to be. I must take the problem deliberately; I long for a few days first of total solitude among the wild spring winds: their howling is a kind of appropriate music at present.
Thanks for your many services; for your kind offers of more. I know not what you can at this moment accomplish for me, if it were not perhaps that you stept over to Robson the Printer (New Street, Fetter Lane) some day, and saw with your eye that he was proceeding,1—as indeed I doubt not he is doing, in a satisfactory manner. My Wife will probably be home about the end of the week.
Ever faithfully yours /