TC TO LADY ASHBURTON ; 20 October 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18451020-TC-LAAL-01; CL 20: 32-33
TC TO LADY ASHBURTON
Chelsea, 20 Octr, 1845—
Dear Lady Ashburton,
Your Note lies waiting for me here; you are always very kind. I only returned on Saturday Night late; much broken down by the vicissitudes of travel, and swift succession of things good and evil; and sit ever since in that black ruined humour which the public is acquainted with on such occasions. Humour comparable to universal London Fog; black weather, prefiguring no lightnings, no rainbows, nothing but soupy streets, and universal mud and drizzle, for a time and times and half a time!—
The Grange, I think, has temptation enough for me altogether independent of M. Thiers:1 and indeed, apart from other considerations, I find various little things accumulated here in the shape of business, which had better be done without delay; not to add, what you must have yourself remarked, that the element of London Fog with a crossing of Scotch mist, is not of locomotive nature, but says rather, Alas, let me lie and simmer, here where I am! Such is its general habit. Under the circumstances what can I say?
If the Grange (which has very original tastes now and then) will actually have my Wife and me, for three days, any time between this and a fortnight hence,—then let the Lady of the Grange choose her own time, and appoint, and it shall be so. But would any one who knew the market bargain for a cargo of London Fog when it could be avoided?—
Another stipulation is, the Lady Harriet must drive me, on those two tremendous little animals, to see that “unknown water” again, and the “chapel” recently erected there.2 A word of thanksgiving for our and the Pony-chaise's preservation from destruction there, would well beseem her and me.
Adieu, dear Lady Ashburton. My Wife returns you many grateful salutations; and I, in all seriousness, am always
Yours most truly /