I am still but very indifferent--but that is so old a story that it affects me but little. To see 'you' look so very unwell on Saturday, was a new thing to me, and I want a word something short of affright, and a little beyond anxiety, to express the feeling that haunted me in consequence. I trust that I shall have time, and the greater spirit, to write to you from Portsmouth, a part at least of what is in and upon me in my more genial moments. But always I am and shall be, my dear Davy, with hope, and esteem, and affection, the aggregate of many Davys, Your sincere friend, S. T. COLERIDGE. [2] [Footnote 1: Perhaps "any" is the right word here.] [Footnote 2: Letter CL follows, 129.]