TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG ; 18 January 1856; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18560118-TC-JN-01; CL 31: 9
TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG
Chelsea, 18 jany, 1856—
We came home on Monday;1 a day or two before the expected term, our Hosts being called away to Windsor. I have been languidly gathering my apparatus about me again in this Garret; I never in all my life felt so little competency to do any good with it when gathered. Weak as water is the definition of me, body and mind. However, I do mean to set to work again, with a desperate rally, when the new week begins.
We expect you on Sunday Evg. My new grate performs admirably; heats the room to any requisite temperature, even in frost, with about half the amount of fuel I used to burn in that Arnott crotchet.2 I rejoice also in my Franke Portrait of Fritz,3—much the conceivablest I have ever seen. This is about the amount of my good news.
Yours ever truly /