TC TO ROBERT BROWNING ; 31 August 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450831-TC-RB-01; CL 19: 184-185
TC TO ROBERT BROWNING
Chelsea, 31 augt, 1845
I have got a little enfranchised from this miserable job of mine; and did calculate very confidently on getting out to Hatcham one day before I went; but alas at last it turns out impossible.1 I am in a perfect abyss of small whirling details, neglected these many months; my Horse is off to winter-quarters tomorrow; I myself have to go, on Wednesday morning: in brief there will be no seeing of you till I come back. However, that will not be very long, I hope.
One of these afternoons a strange figure drew Priam's curtains.2—awakened me from my siesta: our friend Field of the Royal Mint! He has been as good as his word, after all. Never yet got sight of Heroes Worshipped; it is so terribly undiscoverable in the Book Clubs; is still trying for it;—will emphatically recommend this new Work3 in those establishments: do I still want any views of Newhall?4 any details of the Cheshunt Cromwells,5 of the——?— Poor fellow, I could have burst into loud laughter in the face of him, and almost into tears too:—but got him off without either of these explosions. To think that Hy Cromwell is now represented by this!6 Surely some of the females must have committed a mistake? Otherwise genealogy is worth almost nothing.
My Wife will be here again in ten days. Pray call for her; she will tell you my news.
Yours always truly /