W. W. to M. W.5
- Address: Mrs Wordsworth, Mr Hutchinson's, Radnor.
- Franked: London May sixteenth 1812 W. Sturges Bourne.6
- Postmark: 16 May 1812.
- MS. WL.
- LL, p. 156.
[16 May 1812]
The accompanying which I received yesterday, has relieved me from much anxiety. I have a frank for Monday, for you and hope pg 78to write at some length on that day, therefore I have less regret in now saying so little.—I have just finished a pretty long Letter to Grasmere. Lord Lonsdale1 will be in Town next week, and I shall make a point of seeing him; and then I shall deem my business in London done and shall be most impatient to get away to thy arms, where alone I can be happy; unless when Duty calls me elsewhere. And I am sure that no obligation of duty will then exist to divide us. For as to amusement etc unless I felt that it contributed to2 my health etc, you shall know how the sentence went on but first let me tell you what a blunder I have made and this moment discovered, viz, that the rest intended for you has been written, by mistake on the cover, directed, Miss W— for Grasmere. A most unlucky oversight! for unfortunately there are some tender and overflowing expressions of Love which were meant for no eyes but thine, and which if I cannot erase, I must not send the Cover; for example I feel that every thing I had written3 in the way of amusements appears worthless and insipid when I think of one sweet smile of thy face, that I absolutely pant to behold it again. Of course this must not go, and how to get rid of it I know not.—I have crossed and recrossed the Frank and part of it I fear will still be legible; at all events the very attempt to hide, will I fear give offense.—I have now blotted the sheet so that it is impossible to make out the obnoxious expressions—so let it pass; for I know not how (now that [it] is so late), to procure another frank, and I promised to write, against Monday.—
This morning Stuart called on me; he has been ill, is much reduced, and looks, I think, ten years older than when I saw him last. The complaint originated in a disorder of the Stomach which he ascribes to having often over eat himself, particularly when exhausted. He says that for some years he has had intima-pg 79tions that things were not going on well, in his constitution such as giddiness in his head, languor occasionally, and falling asleep after dinner.—He had a discharge of blood and slime which brought him to the edge of the grave in a few days.—He is a most able Man. His good sense and knowledge of things are consummate. I wish that the ministers would take his advice for there is a sad want of knowledge and of firmness and the Country is in a most awful state. The Monster1 is to be executed on Monday Morning I hope to procure, by means of the Poet Bowles a stand upon The top of Westminster Abbey whence I may see the Execution without risk or danger. It takes place on Monday Morning. I long to be with you for this London life does not agree—with me because If I am ever thrown out I cannot find leisure to recover.—
Did I tell you that Mr Henry Robinson took me to Mrs Charles Aikens, Daughter of Gilbert Wakefield. She is a most natural and pleasing Character but there unluckily I met the whole Gang among the rest the old Snake Letitia Barbauld. I had an altercation with Roscoes son upon Francis Burdett, and was so disgusted with the whole Gang save the Hostess that I was made ill. I had further to run a couple of miles to prevent my being locked out here, as I gave a general order that they were not to be sat up for me after 12.—I think of consulting some Physician upon the costiveness I feel and the great quantity of thin mucous which is involuntarily discharged from my bowels. It certainly implies that the stomach and bowels are in a most disordered State. Tell me how you are mind if you gather flesh.
Adieu. Best love to every body; I will walk into the city soon or perhaps to see Monkhouse. I have been obliged to get a new suit of Clothes with a new hat and silk stockings.
I cannot take leave of thee my beloved wife, on the other side of the Sheet, oh love me! and take care of thyself.