TC TO AN UNIDENTIFIED CORRESPONDENT ; 5 April 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480405-TC-UC-01; CL 23: 7-8
TC TO AN UNIDENTIFIED CORRESPONDENT
Chelsea, 5 April, 1848—
From what I know and have heard of Mr Miller,1 he is a man it would at any time give me pleasure to fall in with. But as to Annandale this year, I am obliged to admit that my journey thither is still altogether an affair in nubibus [in the clouds]; uncertain as to time, nay not certain as to taking place at all: so that I fear there can be no practical calculating on such a contingency as you allude to,—which certainly, if it did happen, I could esteem a lucky one.
That my poor Books have done you any good, if such be indeed the fact at the end of the account, is naturally comfortable news to me. Alas, the quantity of nonsense flying about on printed leaves, in these times, is frightful:—and he alone has done good to a man who has taught him, not to think only, but to work a little more manfully,—more soberly, righteously, valiantly and humbly,—in the sight of his Maker, during his appointed days.
Believe me, / Dear Sir, / Yours with true wishes