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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Edward Moxon, [late 1832]

Contents vol. VI
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Contents vol. VII
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Appendix I
Appendix II
Appendix III
List of Letters
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[No date. Winter, 1832.]

THANK you for the books. I am ashamed to take tythe thus of your press. I am worse to a publisher than the two Universities and the Brit. Mus. A[llan] C[unningham] I will forthwith read. B[arry] C[ornwall] (I can’t get out of the A, B, C) I have more than read. Taken altogether, ’tis too Lovey; but what
delicacies! I like most “King Death;” glorious ’bove all, “The Lady with the Hundred Rings;” ”The Owl;” “
Epistle to What’s his Name” (here may be I’m partial); “Sit down, Sad Soul;” “The Pauper’s Jubilee” (but that’s old, and yet ’tis never old); “The Falcon;” “Felon’s Wife;” damn “Madame Pasty” (but that is borrowed);
Apple-pie is very good,
And so is apple-pasty;
But ——
O Lard! ’tis very nasty:
but chiefly the dramatic fragments,—scarce three of which should have escaped my
Specimens, had an antique name been prefixed. They exceed his first. So much for the nonsense of poetry; now to the serious business of life. Up a court (Blandford Court) in Pall Mall (exactly at the back of Marlbro’ House), with iron gate in front, and containing two houses, at No. 2 did lately live Leishman my taylor. He is moved somewhere in the neighbourhood, devil knows where. Pray find him out, and give him the opposite. I am so much better, tho’ my hand shakes in writing it, that, after next Sunday, I can well see F[orster] and you. Can you throw B. C. in? Why tarry the wheels of my Hogarth?

Charles Lamb.