The Best Letters of Charles Lamb eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 323 pages of information about The Best Letters of Charles Lamb.

The Best Letters of Charles Lamb eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 323 pages of information about The Best Letters of Charles Lamb.
But what’s the use of talking about ’em?  By the time you’ll have made your escape from the Kalmuks, you’ll have stayed so long I shall never be able to bring to your mind who Mary was, who will have died about a year before, nor who the Holcrofts were!  Me perhaps you will mistake for Phillips, or confound me with Mr. Dawe, because you saw us together.  Mary (whom you seem to remember yet) is not quite easy that she had not a formal parting from you.  I wish it had so happened.  But you must bring her a token, a shawl or something, and remember a sprightly little mandarin for our mantelpiece, as a companion to the child I am going to purchase at the museum.  She says you saw her writings about the other day, and she wishes you should know what they are.  She is doing for Godwin’s bookseller twenty of Shakspeare’s plays, to be made into children’s tales.  Six are already done by her; to wit:  “The Tempest,” “Winter’s Tale,” “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” “Much Ado,” “Two Gentlemen of Verona,” and “Cymbeline;” and “The Merchant of Venice” is in forwardness.  I have done “Othello” and “Macbeth,” and mean to do all the tragedies.  I think it will be popular among the little people, besides money.  It’s to bring in sixty guineas.  Mary has done them capitally, I think you’d think. [2] These are the humble amusements we propose, while you are gone to plant the cross of Christ among barbarous pagan anthropophagi. Quam homo homini praestat! but then, perhaps, you’ll get murdered, and we shall die in our beds, with a fair literary reputation.  Be sure, if you see any of those people whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders, that you make a draught of them.  It will be very curious.  Oh, Manning, I am serious to sinking almost, when I think that all those evenings, which you have made so pleasant, are gone perhaps forever.  Four years you talk of, maybe ten; and you may come back and find such alterations!  Some circumstances may grow up to you or to me that may be a bar to the return of any such intimacy.  I daresay all this is hum, and that all will come back; but indeed we die many deaths before we die, and I am almost sick when I think that such a hold as I had of you is gone.  I have friends, but some of ’em are changed.  Marriage, or some circumstance, rises up to make them not the same.  But I felt sure of you.  And that last token you gave me of expressing a wish to have my name joined with yours, you know not how it affected me,—­like a legacy.

God bless you in every way you can form a wish!  May He give you health, and safety, and the accomplishment of all your objects, and return you again to us to gladden some fireside or other (I suppose we shall be moved from the Temple).  I will nurse the remembrance of your steadiness and quiet, which used to infuse something like itself into our nervous minds.  Mary called you our ventilator.  Farewell! and take her best wishes and mine.  Good by.

C.L.

[1] Addressed:  “Mr, Manning, Passenger on Board the ‘Thames,’ East Indiaman, Portsmouth.”  Manning had set out for Canton.

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