TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD ; 24 February 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450224-TC-EF-01; CL 19: 38-39
TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD
Chelsea, 24 feby, 1845—
A thousand pardons! I should have written to you; but I knew not there was anybody suffering by it but myself, and so I waited till the hurry should subside a little. Your Letters both came; Anderson's and the good Mr Davy's,—whom I will never call Dryasdust more!1 He is a man of real knowledge in his own innocent department, and has a most courteous disposition. Pray thank him very kindly in my name.
I had some thoughts of writing again to Anderson, but incline to believe now it will be as well not. He has indisputably pointed out the Hill and Bog of Cavendish;—as to the villages, hills &c which the concluding part of Cromwell's Letter speaks of as lying “on the other side of Gainsboro',” there is still nothing but darkness, and I suppose it must continue dark.2 Anderson guesses, carelessly, at that too; but wide of the mark. I meant to bid him try the ground on the Newark or Yorkshire road, on the other side of the river; but on the whole one cannot take great liberties with the man;—and at bottom may not the thing continue dark, if it like!—If you will bid him tell you whose Farm or Estate the “Bog” is upon, and the “Hill” (of Cavendish), so that one can specify in print without maps where they are; and give him all due thanks &c,—we will let him go in peace.
I am chased from post to pillar, in such a confusion of hurries as few men in these days; and am in bad case generally! And so craving forgiveness and your blessing and pity—!—