It has been often feared that Shelley and Captain Williams would meet with some accident, they were so hazardous; but when they set out on the 8th, in the morning it was fine. Our dear friend was passionately fond of the sea, and has been heard to say he should like it to be his death-bed....
To MRS. PROCTER
Accepting an invitation
5 York Buildings, 13 March [1831].
MY DEAR MRS. PROCTER (for Madam, somehow, is
not
the thing),
I am most pleased to be reminded of my promise, which I must have made if you say I did. I suppose I have been coming to keep it ever since; but it is a long road from sorrow to joy, and one is apt to get confused on the road. Do you know your letter brought the tears into my eyes? I hardly know why, unless it was that I saw Procter had been pouring his kind heart into yours, and you said:—’We must have him here instead of the coffee-house, and plant him by the fire, and warm him like a stray bird till he sings.’ But indeed a kind word affects me where many a hard thump does not. Nevertheless, you must not tell this, except to the very masculine or feminine; though if you do not take it as a compliment to yourself,—I mean the confession of my weakness,—why, you are not Procter’s wife, nor Mrs. Montagu’s daughter, nor she who wrote the letter this morning to a poor battered author.
PS. I eat any plain joint, of the plainer order, beef or mutton:—and you know I care for nothing at dinner, so that it does not hurt me. Friends’ company is the thing.
To A FRIEND
Offence and punishment
Wimbledon, 11 and 12 August, 1846.