The Best Letters of Charles Lamb eBook

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Mrs. Paris, our Cambridge friend, has been in town.  You do not know the Watfords in Trampington Street.  They are capital people.  Ask anybody you meet, who is the biggest woman in Cambridge, and I ’ll hold you a wager they’ll say Mrs. Smith; she broke down two benches in Trinity Gardens,—­one on the confines of St. John’s, which occasioned a litigation between the Societies as to repairing it.  In warm weather, she retires into an ice-cellar (literally!), and dates the returns of the years from a hot Thursday some twenty years back.  She sits in a room with opposite doors and windows, to let in a thorough draught, which gives her slenderer friends tooth-aches.  She is to be seen in the market every morning at ten cheapening fowls, which I observe the Cambridge poulterers are not sufficiently careful to stump.

Having now answered most of the points contained in your letter, let me end with assuring you of our very best kindness, and excuse Mary for not handling the pen on this occasion, especially as it has fallen into so much better hands!  Will Dr. W. accept of my respects at the end of a foolish letter?

C. L.



January 6, 1823.

The pig was above my feeble praise.  It was a dear pigmy.  There was some contention as to who should have the ears; but in spite of his obstinacy (deaf as these little creatures are to advice), I contrived to get at one of them.

It came in boots, too, which I took as a favor.  Generally these petty-toes, pretty toes I are missing:  but I suppose he wore them to look taller.

He must have been the least of his race.  His little foots would have gone into the silver slipper.  I take him to have beec a Chinese and a female.

If Evelyn could have seen him, he would never have farrowed two such prodigious volumes, seeing how much good can be contained in—­how small a compass!

He crackled delicately.

I left a blank at the top of my letter, not being determined which to address it to j so farmer and farmer’s wife will please to divide our thanks.  May your granaries be full, and your rats empty, and your chickens plump, and your envious neighbors lean, and your laborers busy, and you as idle and as happy as the day is long!


  How do you make your pigs so little? 
  They are vastly engaging at the age. 
        I was so myself. 
  Now I am a disagreeable old hog,
  A middle-aged gentleman-and-a-half;
  My faculties (thank God!) are not much impaired.

I have my sight, hearing, taste, pretty perfect, and can read the Lord’s Prayer in common type, by the help of a candle, without making many mistakes....

Many happy returns, not of the pig, but of the New Year, to both.  Mary, for her share of the pig and the memoirs, desires to send the same.

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