ly your
writing from Paris--

I want to crowd another letter to Miss Fry[er] into the little time
after dinner before Post time.

So with 20000 congratulations,

Yours,

C.L.

I am calm, sober, happy. Turn over for the reason.

I got home from Dover St., by Evens, _half as sober as a judge_. I am
turning over a new leaf, as I hope you will now.

[_On the next leaf Mary Lamb wrote_:--]

MY DEAR EMMA AND EDWARD MOXON,

Accept my sincere congratulations, and imagine more good wishes than my
weak nerves will let me put into good set words. The dreary blank of
_unanswered questions_ which I ventured to ask in vain was cleared up on
the wedding-day by Mrs. W. taking a glass of wine, and, with a total
change of countenance, begged leave to drink Mr. and Mrs. Moxon's
health. It restored me, from that moment: as if by an electrical stroke:
to the entire possession of my senses--I never felt so calm and quiet
after a similar illness as I do now. I feel as if all tears were wiped
from my eyes, and all care from my heart.

MARY LAMB.

[_At the foot of this letter Charles Lamb added_:--]

Wednesday.

DEARS AGAIN

Your letter interrupted a seventh game at Picquet which _we_ were
having, after walking to _Wright's_ and purchasing shoes. We pass our
time in cards, walks, and reading. We attack Tasso soon.

C.L.

Never was such a calm, or such a recovery. 'Tis her own words,
undictated.

[The marriage of Edward Moxon and Emma Isola was celebrated on July 30.
They afterwards went to Paris.

"Mrs. W."--Mrs. Walden, I imagine.

Here should come an amusing but brief account of the wedding sent by
Lamb to Louisa Badams on August 20 (printed by Canon Ainger). "I am not
fit for weddings or burials. Both incite a chuckle:" a sentiment which
Lamb more than once expresses.

Here should come a note thanking Matilda Betham for some bridal verses
written for the wedding of Edward Moxon and Emma Isola. "In haste and
headake."]

LETTER 588

CHARLES LAMB TO H.F. CARY

Sept. 9th, 1833.

Dear Sir,--Your packet I have only just received, owing, I suppose, to
the absence of Moxon, who is flaunting it about _a la Parisienne_ with
his new bride, our Emma, much to his satisfaction and not a little to
our dulness. We shall be quite well by the time you return from
Worcestershire and most most (observe the repetition) glad to see you
here or anywhere.

I will take my time with Darley's act. I wish poets would write a