TC TO COVENTRY PATMORE; 18 January 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550118-TC-CP-01; CL 29: 239
TC TO COVENTRY PATMORE
Chelsea, 18 jany, 1855—
My dear Sir,
Cannot you and Woolner1 come down to us some evening again,—say Monday Evg next,2 unless you prefer some other? I have read your fine new volume long ago,3—and never thanked you for it, ungrateful that I am!—a most cheery, sunshiny, pleasant volume (pure, fresh, quaintly comfortable,—like a Cathedral Close, with its old red-brick buildings and trim lawns): truly I could not but perceive good talent there;—and regret, in my heretical way, that you did not strike boldly with it into the rough field of Fact (getting so dreadfully rough, and even hideous and horrid, for want of the like of you so long), which seems to me the real field of the Poet too, in so far as he is a “real” one!— Forgive me my heresies, if you can do nothing more with them.
Woolner's Address I have lost; and he has not been here this long time. I am terribly busy, and to little purpose; sinking ever deeper in confused dust-vortexes which seem to have no bottom;—and have time left for nothing, hardly even for a walk or run in the winter dusk. At night I read;—but will, with pleasure and advantage too, suspend, on the night you come. Monday at half past 7, if you say nothing, we will count on your telling Woolner, and appearing with him.
Yours ever truly /
Coventry Patmore Esq