TC TO ROBERT S. TAIT ; 21 November 1856; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18561121-TC-RST-01; CL 32: 33
TC TO ROBERT S. TAIT
Chelsea, 21 Novr, 1856—
It did not strike me yesterday till I was gone that perhaps you might think I wanted the Photograph of Oliver's mask &c which was incidentally mentioned. This is not the case in any measure,—the contrary rather is the case in my present hurry! What is very curious, moreover, a Publishing Photographer (one Fry, City Road)1 applies to me this morning for a loan of Oliver's mask2 and Daguerrotype, with an idea to send them forth to the world,3—whh is a notable fulfilment of my suggestion yesterday! Thus, unless you come rather soon (whh may be hoped), the things will not be here, even for a sight, at this time.
Poor Mrs C. does not get better yet; is still very weak, tho’ not growing worse either. She cannot stand much talking; but is cheered by the sight of quiet friends for a few minutes.
My horse is condemned to inaction till his hoof mend.
Yours always truly /