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people who see my sister should love her. Of all the people I ever saw in the world, my poor sister was most and thoroughly devoid of the least tincture of selfishness. I will enlarge upon her qualities, poor dear, dearest soul, in a future letter, for my own comfort, for I understand her thoroughly; and, if I mistake not, in the most trying situation that a human be ing can be found in, she will be found-(I speak not with sufficient humility, I fear), but humanly and foolishly speaking, she will be found, I trust, uniformly great and amiable. God keep her in her present mind !-to whom be thanks and praise for all His dispensations to mankind.
These mentioned good fortunes and change of prospects had almost brought my mind over to the extreme, the very opposite to despair. I was in danger of making myself too happy. Your letter brought me back to a view of things which I had entertained from the beginning. I hope (for Mary I can answer)--but I hope that I shall through life never have less recollection nor a fainter impression of what has happened than I have now. 'Tis not a light thing, nor meant by the Almighty to be received lightly. I must be serious, circumspect, and deeply religious through life; and by such means may both of us escape madness in future, if it so please the Almighty.
Send me word how it fares with Sara. I re. peat it, your letter was, and will be, an inego timable treasure to me. You have a view of what my situation demands of me, like my own view, and I trust a just one. - Coleridge, continue to write; but do not forever offend me by talking of sending me cash. Sincerely, and on my soul, we do not want it. God love you both!
I will write again very soon. Do you write directly.
November 28, 1800.()} Dear Manning-I have received a very kind invitation from Lloyd and Sophia, to go and spend a month with them at the Lakes. Now it fortunately happens (which is so seldom the case) that I have sparę cash by me, enough to answer the expenses of so long a journey; and I am determined to get away from the office by some means. The purpose of this letter is to request of you (my dear friend), that you will not take it unkind if I decline my proposed visit to Cambridge for the present. Perhaps I shall be able to take Cambridge in my way, going of coming. I need not describe to you the
10, so that I * Thomas Manning (1772-1840), a brilliant mathematician, tutor at Caius College, Cambridge, e, where Lamb first
met him, and after wards for many years antexplorer in Chipated
pectations which such an one as myself, pent up all my life in a dirty city, have formed of a tour to the Lakes. Consider Grasmere! Ambleside! Wordsworth! Coleridge! I hope you will. Hills, woods, lakes, and mountains, to the devil. I will eat snipes with thee, Thomas Manning. Only confess, confess, a bite.
P. S.--I think you named the 16th; but was it not modest of Lloyd to send such an invitation! It shows his knowledge of money and time. I should be loth to think he meant
"Ironic satire sidelong sklented
On my poor pursie.”—BURNS. For my part, with reference to my friends northward, I must confess that I am not rom mance-bit about Nature. The earth, and sea, and sky (when all is said), is but as a house to dwell in. If the inmates ,be courteous, and good liquors flow like the conduits at an old coronation, if they can talk sensibly, and feel properly, I have no need to stand staring upon the gilded looking-glass (that strained my friend's purse-strings in the purchase) nor his five-shilling print, over the mantlepiece of old Nabbs the carrier (which only betrays his false taste). Just as important to me (in a sense) is all the furniture of my world; eye-pamper ing, but satisfies no heart. Streets, streets, streets, markets, theatres, churches, Covent Gardens, shops sparkling with pretty faces of