ever. Spent a week with him--never had any man a truer friend.
I have paid those two bills without troubling Miss W. N.B. You will think it strange I should not mention Dervy, but it is not because I have forgotten him or his. He never writes to me--but indeed I cannot expect it. I will write to him, nevertheless. I hope Edith's intended is a man of fortune. Her sphere is decided fashion. I should think her fitter for a palace than a rectory. Little Kate is a Darling, and actually condescended to dance with me when they were over here--so did Bertha. I don't think the Winter's Wreath is out yet--I should certainly have heard. It is probably advertised. I will send you a copy when I get one. I have contributed largely, and been paid in part only.1 God bless us both and all. This is a sad hurried scrawl. I will soon write again, when I am less agitated.
To MRS. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, No. 10 New Square, Lincoln's Inn Fields, London.
February 17, [Postmark 1832.]
My dear Mother
It is no small comfort to receive a letter from you which I can bear to read again and again, and it is only of late years that your Epistles have been of that quality. Even in my happy school-days, the receipt of a pacquet from Keswick, was always an alarm--bad news or good advice, anxiety or lamentation, were bitter ingredients in the cup. At that time, too, to write a reply was the most fatiguing of bodily exertions; so very disagreeable was the manual act of penmanship, that to scrawl an extra copy would have been an intolerable nuisance, and a very severe imposition. I almost wonder, indeed, that I ever acquired a facility in the use of the pen, which I never had, till I became an Author. I know many persons, not otherwise indolent who still hate the business of writing as much as ever I did. At College, your letters were indeed most kind, and as far as concern'd myself, sufficiently cheerful; but then they were darkened with complaints to____________________