TC TO JOHN FORSTER; 25 June 1847; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18470625-TC-JF-01; CL 21:241-242.
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, 25 june, 1847—
A benevolent old Scotchman (name unknown to me), who, it appears, has derived spiritual solacement (clever old blade that he was!) from “Polite Literature” in these times, is desirous, as he has no heirs, to leave his money in some good way of spiritual bequest,—and thinks of the Literary Fund first of all.1 His Lawyer, who is an acquaintance of one of my acquaintances, feels himself a little in doubt as to the proper legal Designation &c of this same Literary-Fund Society, nay for that matter a little in doubt as to its existence at all.— I satisfy him to day that it does exist; and engage also to get him the authentic name and address of the Secretary of it,—with whom, if he see good to persist in this project, he can to all lengths correspond. For this latter service I must apply to you. Pray tell me, with all exactness,—even if you have first to ascertain, which I do not anticipate;—and as soon as possible. In the name of Grub-Street!2
We noticed the progress up Swallow-Street in yesterday's Punch, and the big Bird, with legs like mileposts, carried to the Antipodes: but “Caxton!” with his peculiar intonation in alt, was left to the imagination.3 O curas hominum [O the cares of men]4
Yours ever truly /