TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD ; 29 December 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18451229-TC-CR-01; CL 20: 82-83
TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD
Chelsea, 29 Decr, 1845—
My dear Sir,
Returning on friday last from the Hampshire Coast, where we had been sojourning with friends for a good many weeks past, the first object that struck us in the Lobby here, was the never-failing Christmas Box from Cowbridge, safe arrived as usual! We say often, Of all our admirers you are the sensiblest; you do us always a little real benefit, and there is no hurt or loss in you whatever! That is a fact;—and your honest modest kindness has, I hope, a proper value set on it in our estimations here. Many thanks; and may the worst of our Christmasses be behind us!1 You look mournfully forward upon the Inevitable; as is my wont too: yet it beseems the Son of man to hope. We are, I believe, in good hands. Courage!— For the rest, this Welsh mutton is unanimously voted to be the best the culinary memory can charge itself with, for years past. That too is a small fact to be recognised. Thanks again.
I find there is to be a new Edition of the Cromwell Book. A good many new Letters have come to me, or give tidings of coming; some forty or fifty I suppose; but none of much intrinsic importance; tho' I must in some way insert the genuine of them; which operation will again involve me in confusions I thought I had got forever free of. I am once more very busy with that, and other accumulated arrears of things;—and in much haste must end for the present.
With many kind regards to your good Mother,2 with many thanks and regards from my Wife and myself
Yours always sincerely /