Autograph letter signed with initials : [Torquay], to Richard Hengist Horne, 1841 August 14.

Sending him "...a jar of tamarinds from the West Indies via Wimpole Street" for his cough; telling him not to worry about Psyche saying "There is plenty of time for Psyche - in the future, if not now. She is persecuting you, I fear. Remember - when one is tied with cords, to struggle only strengthens the knots, Put Psyche away, out of thought for the present, and dont fancy that I (for one) am even inclined to be impatient about it. I shall not expect any more news of her for six months, from this fourteenth of August, eighteen hundred and forty one;" expressing concern for his mental and physical health saying "And I fear that the hooping cough & pressure of business dont do blythely together, & that you are walking your imaginary cloisters with a graver, perhaps sadder step than should be - Can it be so? Is it so? The louder the call then to the villages. Neither cloisters nor graves are ready for you yet, nor you for them;" commenting on the end of publication of the Monthly Chronicle saying "So the Chronicle is gone - self slain because it w'dnt condescend to be lively. There was power enough in it for three or four magazine-popularities - but the taste of caviare preponderated, & people turned away their heads. They said of it, as my own ears witness, 'dull & heavy' - Then it was such a fatal mistake to keep back the n̲a̲m̲e̲s̲! I saw it to the last."