How extraordinary it is that people should neglect, on Sundays, the
favourite promenade of the Short-faced Humourist. I shall be
there: the old place.--Believe me, yours ever,
D. RIVERS.
From Mrs. Casaubon to William Ladislaw, Esq., Stratford-on-Avon.
Dear Friend,--Your kind letter from Stratford is indeed
interesting. Ah, when shall I have an opportunity of seeing these,
and so many other interesting places! But in a world where duty is
SO MUCH, and so ALWAYS with us, why should we regret the voids in
our experience which, after all, life is filling in the experience
of others? The work is advancing, and Mr. Casaubon hopes that the
first chapter of the "Key to All Mythologies" will be fairly copied
and completed by the end of autumn. Mr. Casaubon is going to
Cambridge on Saturday to hear Professor Tosch lecture on the
Pittites and some other party, I really forget which; {12} but it
is not often that he takes so much interest in mere MODERN history.
How curious it sometimes is to think that the great spirit of
humanity and of the world, as you say, keeps working its way--ah,
to what wonderful goal--by means of these obscure difficult
politics: almost unworthy instruments, one is tempted to think.
That was a true line you quoted lately from the "Vita Nuova." We
have no books of poetry here, except a Lithuanian translation of
the Rig Veda.
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