I trust,
too, that in the instance of your eyes no news is good news, for
you say nothing of them, and I therefore like to hope that they
have suffered you to forget them.
I'm disappointed about your Shakespeare book. I should like to have
had it by my next birthday, which is the 27th of November, and to
which I look forward with unusually mingled feelings. However, it
cannot be helped; and I have no doubt the booksellers are right in
point of fact, for we are embarked on board too troublous times to
carry mere _passe temps_ literature with us. "We must have bloody
noses and cracked crowns," I am afraid, and shall find small public
taste or leisure for _polite letters_.
I like this place very well; it is very quiet, and my life is
always a happy one with my father. He always spoils me, and that is
always pleasant, you know.
The Bristol people are rather in a bad state just now for our
purposes, for trade here is in a very unprosperous condition; and
the recent failure of many of their great mercantile houses does no
good to our theatrical ones. The audiences are very pleasant,
however, and the company by no means bad.
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