May I drink tea with you the 15th? (it is not Milnes writing, but Sydney Smith), but may I? It will be a great pleasure to me, if not inconvenient to you.
I thank you sincerely for the Poems, which I will not only read, but sing. You have lent me also Cobbet’s Advice to Young Men, a book therefore well suited to my time of life.
I hope you have been passing your time agreeably, or rather I should say, disagreeably, as I have not benefited by your proximity; but this London—it is a charming place, but I never do there what I please, or see those I like. At this moment, when I am agreeably occupied in writing to you, there is a loud knock at the door.
I am about to suspend animation in the country for a week, and I beg you to answer my request at Munden House, Watford, Herts. Animate, semi-animate, or in the full flow of metropolitan life,
P. S.—I write on this paper because it is the colour in which I wish to see every object in human life.*