TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 13 April 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480413-TC-JF-01; CL 23: 19-20
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, Thursday [13 April 1848]—
Dear Forster,—I will certainly come on Tuesday,1—unless this villainous little devil of a sore-throat (the development and outcome of much biliary misery in me) should spread beyond expectation. But indeed I have been in an unusually poor way of late, in regard to this poor clay house of mine,—God mend it! Or at least, Let me get my bit of work done in it, and then end it; which will amount to much the same!—
Why not get Dickens too? Emerson wishes much to see him; and I also, much oftener than falls to my lot.2 Mrs C. I compute will be here on Saturday Evg: on Sunday or afterwards, right glad to see you.
I have finished Goldsmith: it is capital, equally good to the end: euge [bravo]! That really is what I say. Except Boswell's there is no Biography in the English language worth naming beside it.— Do you want the Volume back, or was that a mistake? Henry shall have his choice, yes or no, today.
Finally, can you tell me (immediately, by return of post), what are the duties of a Steward at the Literary Fund Dinner?3 Any duty, except that of paying 3 guineas if they are not already members? Pray explain. The people have very civilly invited me; and I do not wish to refuse without at least understanding the question.
Hervey seems to be a kind of evaporated Walpole;4 rather small drink for a thirsty soul! Pray send him nevertheless; for I will examine farther.
And so adieu,—till Sunday or so!
Yours always truly /