TC TO SIR EDWARD STRACHEY: ; 26 September 1857; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18570926-TC-ES-01; CL 33: 90
TC TO SIR EDWARD STRACHEY:
CHELSEA, 26 September, 1857.
DEAR STRACHEY,—I believe there is none of your friends but will be thankful at the prospect that has again opened for you.1 The solacements of a home of one's own are precious to all soundminded men, and to you, I can well believe, are more indispensable than to another. Home without a helpmeet for you is as good as impossible. I am truly glad you have found once more an honorable soul with whom you can venture upon this blessed relation. I do not yet know her, as I hope one day to do; but knowing your own qualities,—prudence, insight, and propriety,—I can augur nothing but good of it, and with all my heart congratulate you on what is like to come.
To-day I am in haste beyond expression,—as is too usual with me in these months (of a labor altogether frightful, with my years and health); but I would not let the week end without answering the announcement you were friendly enough to make in those terms.
My wife is come back to me from Scotland,—much improved, as it at first seemed; but, unluckily, she has already caught a cold again, of which, however, we have good hope that it is but an accident. She joins in all manner of regards to you especially, and to our other friends of your honored family now in those parts.
Believe me, / Yours always sincerely,