JWC TO FRANCIS ESPINASSE; 31 December 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18491231-JWC-FE-01; CL 24: 319-320
JWC TO FRANCIS ESPINASSE
New Year's Eve .
MY DEAR MR. ESPINASSE,—I shall not be able to sleep in my grave, never to lay in my bed, if I let the year go off without discharging my conscience of its business with you. I have to communicate the names, and also the 1s. 6d.'s, of two more subscribers to your dear little paper.1 The names are Mr. Neuberg, 25 Church Row, Hampstead, and Miss Williams Wynn, 20 Grafton Street. The 1s. and 6d.'s are, along with Captain Sterling's and Mr. Donne's2 in my pocket, waiting till the sum becomes worth getting a Post Office Order for. But here you have it, under my own hand, that I owe you six shillings.
Good luck to you, our excellent “young friend,” or whatever you like to call yourself, it is deuced hard if a man mayn't call himself what he pleases—and
Good luck to The Inspector—make Geraldine write more in it. The people here said they would “give twopence a paper more for her articles.”
I will write you a letter some day, but just now I am a little mad with the tear and wear of details from which I cannot escape—I cannot even write to Geraldine, although she and I are “all right” now.
New year's wishes to you if you care for them. All these horrid “I wish you etc's.” make me quite mad and even suicidal.— Yours ever affectionately,
My angel of a dog sends his kind regards.