TC TO RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ; 19 January 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440119-TC-RMM-01; CL 17: 243
TC TO RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES
Chelsea, 19 jany, 1844—
Alas, it would be so pleasant; and it is impossible, as flying into the Moon! 1 I am at present more of a spectre than a man; and keep company only with spectres,—dwelling sorrowfully in Chaos and Hades.
Do not bore yourself with Marston: I have found a good Bradford man, who volunteers to ride over the Moor, and even read Rushworth, and examine all things for me.2
You look only into the Future:—and why, think you, am I looking with such toil of soul into the Past? We shall never have a Future till it start again upon that! I also am looking, as it were exclusively, into the Future;—perhaps the most Conservative man you could lay hold of in all England at present.
And so come up to your Parliamentary work,3 and labour along there, and let us be patient and shuffle the cards.
On the whole, I solicit your prayers; and am ever