I wish I could come and see whether you are better. I
hope you are. Are you? Mr. Herring
was here a
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So here I am still, seeing everybody out. None of your acquaintances here, I believe, but Edwin Landseer, who is gone, and Colonel Webster, whom I don’t know, so faites vous en une idée! The fish are all in the water, because there is nobody here to want them out; the flies stand sulkily waiting to be caught, and nobody to catch them; the goats’ occupation’s gone—two, with their pretty baby-carts at their tails, are at this moment fast asleep under my window, and likely to remain so till next September—because there are not sufficient carriage-children to wake them; the theatre is closed, because, as nobody went to it when the town was full, it would be very stupid indeed of them to expect people to go to it now that the town is empty. The only happy person in the place I believe to be Garcia, who is in the seventh heaven at Sir Charles’s notice of him in the Brighton article. A propos of theatre—our tragedy will be in the Miscellany next month. Bentley has had it for a long time under a restriction that he should not publish it till then, I expecting to have finished what I am about for his dear friend that time; but, alas! though every day adds a little bit to the heap, it is so little!
When I come to town I hope to find some or all of your charming nieces with you. Has some lucky Irishman caught Miss Josephine yet? Oh, how I do wish I were two or three years younger and thirty thousand pounds richer!
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That being all, with kind regards to Sir Charles, who, I take it for granted is well,
