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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Jane Payne Collier, 2 November 1824
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[Dated at end: November 2, 1824.]

DEAR Mrs. Collier—We receive so much pig from your kindness, that I really have not phrase enough to vary successive acknowledgmts.

I think I shall get a printed form to serve on all occasions.

To say it was young, crisp, short, luscious, dainty-toed, is but to say what all its predecessors have been. It was eaten on Sunday
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and Monday, and doubts only exist as to which temperature it eat best, hot or cold. I incline to the latter. The Petty-feet made a pretty surprising prœ-gustation for supper on Saturday night, just as I was loathingly in expectation of bren-cheese. I spell as I speak.

I do not know what news to send you. You will have heard of Alsager’s death, and your Son John’s success in the Lottery. I say he is a wise man, if he leaves off while he is well. The weather is wet to weariness, but Mary goes puddling about a-shopping after a gown for the winter. She wants it good & cheap. Now I hold that no good things are cheap, pig-presents always excepted. In this mournful weather I sit moping, where I now write, in an office dark as Erebus, jammed in between 4 walls, and writing by Candlelight, most melancholy. Never see the light of the Sun six hours in the day, and am surprised to find how pretty it shines on Sundays. I wish I were a Caravan driver or a Penny post man, to earn my bread in air & sunshine. Such a pedestrian as I am, to be tied by the legs, like a Fauntleroy, without the pleasure of his Exactions. I am interrupted here with an official question, which will take me up till it’s time to go to dinner, so with repeated thanks & both our kindest remembces to Mr. Collier & yourself, I conclude in haste.

Yours & his sincerely,

C. Lamb.
from my den in Leadenhall,
2 Nov. 24.

On further enquiry Alsager is not dead, but Mrs. A. is brot. to bed.