even now taken place in fact--I think it cannot be-- Tom is not up yet--I cannot say he is better. I have not heard from George.
Yr affecte friend
Bridgewater, Sept. 25th
My dear Keats
Here I am as Shakespeare says 'Chewing the cud of sweet & bitter fancy,' solitary in the midst of society with no human being to exchange a notion with except my sister and she begins to be so occupied with her little brats that if I attempt to quote Shakespeare to her I am ordered into silence for fear I should wake the children--I came here for repose of mind--as I am now getting better I am again on the rack to be again in the midst of all the objects of my ambition.--I am getting about again my hero--and I hope to God I shall yet finish my picture to the satisfaction of all of you.--I am longing to be among you --and hear your account of your last Tour--if it has done as much good to the inside as the outside of your head you will feel the effects of it as long as you live.--I shall leave this place to-morrow or Monday & hope to be in Town by Wednesday at furthest. I hope your brother Tom does not suffer much--poor fellow--I shall never forget his look when I saw him last.--I can never say as much when I dictate a letter1 as when I write it myself--and this I hope will be a sufficient excuse for not writing a longer one to you--at any rate this is better treatment than you gave me when you went on your Tour.--
Believe me my dear Keats most affectionately & sincerely
B R Haydon.
P.S. to give you an idea of the elegant taste of this place the other day, in company when I illustrated something by a quotation, one of the company said with great simplicity, ' Lord Mr Haydon, you are full of scraps.'--adieu--my eyes will not permit me.
Address: Miss Keats ∣ Miss Tuckey's ∣ Walthamstow--
Postmarks: HAMPSTEAD and 9 OC 1818.
My dear Fanny,
Poor Tom is about the same as when you saw him last; perhaps weaker--were it not for that I should have been over to pay you a visit these fine days I got to the Stage____________________