hope your Herbert will not grow up in like ignorance--a sad cause of irregularity. I will indeed do my best to acquire some knowledge of affairs.
This will be but a short epistle. It was not without an effort of resolution that I dared to write it. I am now somewhat calmer and stronger, and feel rather more hope in myself than I did at the commencement. In the next, I shall be able to say one thing more comfortable than I can at present. Perhaps I may have to announce another departure from this vale of sorrow. The soul of Southey may be restored to more than its original brightness. I saw a short note from Kate announcing that he has been seized with Typhus--from which there is small chance of his recovering.1 Hope would hardly be the appropriate word.
I will write to Derwent ere next post. I can lay myself open to him. I have a proposition to make on which he will be our best counsellor.
I fear neither you nor poor Mama are much better. I am better than I deserve. Most here as usual. No doubt you have heard of William Junior's approaching nuptials. But I cannot speak of cheerful things. Can I ever obtain, I will [not] say your forgiveness, but your esteem and confidence? I am sadly shorn of my own.
I remain Your too little worthy Brother H. COLERIDGE.
N.B. Some intellectual exertion will, I trust, restore me to a sounder feeling of self-command. I must not permit myself to despair.
To MRS. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, No. 10 Chester Place, Regent's Park, London.
Knabbe, May 15, [Postmark 1843.] Going to rain.
My dear Mother
One should never be ashamed of doing one's duty, but I am half ashamed to address you after my long and I fear apparently unkind silence, and the undeserved kindness of your two last letters. I will make the best amends I can, by____________________