TC TO CHARLES KINGSLEY; 21 March 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510321-TC-CK-01; CL 26: 48-49
TC TO CHARLES KINGSLEY
Chelsea, 21 March, 1851—
If this young Nobleman1 imagines he can get any furtherance towards a solution of his thrice-intricate problem by a sight of me, surely it were very hard to refuse him. Not to say that I have myself a kind of curiosity to see the one young Englishman of rank who does not mean to live as a leaf upon the winds, of whom experience or report has yet given me any notice. On Tuesday next at 3 o'clock, he may find me here in my lair; or almost any other day at the same hour, if that do not suit and he will send me warning. Poor fellow, there is a bigger gulph ahead of him than perhaps of any of us (Alton Locke included), tho' the vulgar think he has a bridge of gold (bridge, alas!)—and to get across will be difficult and glorious.
I saw Maurice the other night; and got a few friendly words from him, the first these many months. The world is all much occupied with red stockings,2 in a very melancholy way; and looks to me like a big foolish blockhead who had obstinately stuck his nose into the gutter, and lay there resigned to drown, no help for him poor blockhead, in half an inch of dirty water! Good Heavens—But silence is better than speech.
I have read your friend Edwardes: he does slightly resemble his face, after all; but is a gallant brisk young fellow too, and will learn to close his steam-valves better by and by. He has set me afloat on that Indus regime and I am reading all manner of things.— — Good speed to you; a clear eye and a stout heart always. Our best regards to Mrs Kingsley.— In haste,
Yours ever /