TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD ; 8 May 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430508-TC-EF-01; CL 16: 160-161
TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD
Chelsea, 8 May, 1843—
Alas, the weather, instead of raining itself out, seems only to be raining itself in! Here is such a day as would do honor to Kendal or the Isle of Skye;1 and tho' tomorrow there is no likelihood of “Snow,” yet I conclude all fields that rest on clay subsoil must be in a state of puddle, and the country in a pleasant state for no class of creatures but ducks and fishes. Accordingly, is it not best that we give up this enterprise altogether “for Tuesday,”2 and postpone it again into the Indefinite? After much deliberation, not without sufficient regret, I have decided so—for you, who are not here, as well as for myself who am. Is it not right? As we have no particular cause of haste, there ought to be moderate assurance of good weather to see the place in. I am at your bidding whenever that may arrive and you like it otherwise.
I only hope this letter may arrive in time tomorrow morning; at lowest that the carriage may not wait for me inconveniently either at Crick or Rugby.3
If you are coming back to Town, come straightway and let me see you. If you are still rusticating at Naseby for a week or so, and the weather should dry in the interim, we will make a new appointment,— and keep it in spite of all but Fate!
Yours very damp and sorrowful
Have you any Tory Squire of your neighbours, who has not lowered his rents, to whom, by way of solacement in wet weather, you could lend this somewhat interesting Pamphlet?4 It were well done. Forster gave me the thing on Saturday; and now I give it to you. “The Chartists,” I suppose, have done it—poor fellows! We are like to get serious enough by and by, I think. God give us sense to look even a little way ahead!