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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Dorothy Wordsworth, 13 November 1810

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List of Letters
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[Charles Lamb adds:—]

Mary has left a little space for me to fill up with nonsense, as the Geographers used to cram monsters in the voids of their maps & call it Terra Incognita. She has told you how she has taken to water, like a hungry otter. I too limp after her in lame imita-
tion, but it goes against me a little at first. I have been aquavorous now for full four days, and it seems a moon. I am full of cramps & rheumatisms,’ and cold internally so that fire won’t warm me, yet I bear all for virtues sake. Must I then leave you, Gin, Rum, Brandy, Aqua Vita?—pleasant jolly fellows—Damn Temperance and them that first invented it, some Anti Noahite.
Coleridge has powdered his head, and looks like Bacchus, Bacchus ever sleek and young. He is going to turn sober, but his Clock has not struck yet, meantime he pours down goblet after goblet, the 2d to see where the 1st is gone, the 3d to see no harm happens to the second, a fourth to say there’s another coming, and a 5th to say he’s not sure he’s the last. William Henshaw is dead. He died yesterday, aged 56. It was but a twelvemonth or so back that his Father, an ancient Gunsmith & my Godfather, sounded me as to my willingness to be guardian to this William in case of his (the old man’s) death. William had three times broke in business, twice in England, once in t’other Hemisphere. He returned from America a sot & hath liquidated all debts. What a hopeful ward I am rid of. Ætatis 56. I must have taken care of his morals, seen that he did not form imprudent connections, given my consent before he could have married &c. From all which the stroke of death hath relieved me. Mrs. Reynolds is the name of the Lady to whom I will remember you tomorrow. Farewell. Wish me strength to continue. I’ve been eating jugg’d Hare. The toast & water makes me quite sick.

C. Lamb.