Letters of Edward FitzGerald, in Two Volumes. Vol. 1FitzGerald, Edward
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Letters of Edward FitzGerald, in Two Volumes. Vol. 1
FitzGerald, Edward
Authors, English -- 19th century -- Correspondence; FitzGerald, Edward, 1809-1883 -- Correspondence
My Spectator tells me that Leigh Hunt has published a good volume of Poem-
selections; not his own poems, but of others. And Miss Martineau has
been cured of an illness of five years standing by Mesmerism! By the
help of a few passes of the hand following an earnest Will, she, who had
not set foot out of her room, for the chief part of those five years, now
can tread the grass again, and walk five miles! Her account of the
business in the Athenaeum is extremely interesting. She is the only one
I have read of who describes the sensations of _the trance_, which,
seeming a painful one to the wide-awake looker on, is in fact a state of
tranquil glorification to the patient. It cheers but not inebriates! She
felt her disease oozing away out at her feet, and as it were streams of
warm fresh vitality coming in its place. And when she woke, lo, this was
no dream!
_To F. Tennyson_.
BOULGE, WOODBRIDGE, _Decr_. 8/44.
MY DEAR FREDERIC,
What is a poor devil to do? You tell me quite truly that my letters have
not two ideas in them, and yet you tell me to write my two ideas as soon
as I can. So indeed it is so far easy to write down one's two ideas, if
they are not very abstruse ones; but then what the devil encouragement is
it to a poor fellow to expose his nakedness so? All I can say is, to say
again that if you lived in this place, you would not write so long a
letter as you have done, full of capital description and all good things;
though without any compliment I am sure you would write a better than I
shall. But you see the original fault in me is that I choose to be in
such a place as this at all; that argues certainly a talent for dullness
which no situation nor intercourse of men could much improve. It is
true; I really do like to sit in this doleful place with a good fire, a
cat and dog on the rug, and an old woman in the kitchen. This is all my
live stock. The house is yet damp as last year; and the great event of
this winter is my putting up a trough round the eaves to carry off the
wet. There was discussion whether the trough should be of iron or of
zinc: iron dear and lasting; zinc the reverse. It was decided for iron;
and accordingly iron is put up.
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