I
will take a day with you in the purlieus of my old haunts. No offence
has been taken, any more than meant. My house is full at present, but
empty of its chief pride. She is dead to me for many months. But when I
see you, then I will say, Come and see me. With undiminished friendship
to you both,

Your faithful but queer C.L.

How you frighted me! Never write again, "Coleridge is dead," at the end
of a line, and tamely come in with "to his friends" at the beginning of
another. Love is quicker, and fear from love, than the transition ocular
from Line to Line.

LETTER 547

CHARLES LAMB TO WALTER WILSON

[Dated at end: Aug., 1832.]

My dear Wilson, I cannot let my old friend Mrs. Hazlitt (Sister in Law
to poor Wm. Hazlitt) leave Enfield, without endeavouring to introduce
her to you, and to Mrs. Wilson. Her daughter has a School in your
neighbourhood, and for her talents and by [for] her merits I can
_answer_. If it lies in your power to be useful to them in any way, the
obligation to your old office-fellow will be great. I have not forgotten
Mrs. Wilson's Album, and if you, or she, will be the means of procuring
but one pupil for Miss Hazlitt, I will rub up my poor poetic faculty to
the best. But you and she will one day, I hope, bring the Album with you
to Enfield-- Poor Mary is ill, or would send her love--

Yours very Truly

C. LAMB.

News.--Collet is dead, Du Puy is dead. I am _not_.--Hone! is turned
Believer in Irving and his unknown Tongues.

In the name of dear Defoe which alone might be a Bond of Union between
us, Adieu!

[Mrs. Hazlitt was the wife of John Hazlitt, the miniature painter, who
died in 1837. I have been unable to trace her daughter's history.

Collet I do not recognise. Probably an old fellow-clerk at the India
House, as was Du Puy. It is true that Hone was converted by Irving, and
became himself a preacher.]

LETTER 548

CHARLES LAMB TO HENRY CRABB ROBINSON

[No date. ? Early October, 1832.]

For Lander's kindness I have just esteem. I shall tip him a Letter, when
you tell me how to address him.

Give Emma's kindest regrets that I could not entice her good friend,
your Nephew, here.

Her warmest love to the Bury Robinsons--our all three to

H. Crab. C.L.

[Mr. Macdonald's transcript adds: "Accompanying copy of Lander's verses
to Emma Isola, and others, contributed to Miss Wordswor