Junction House, Brighton, March 2nd, 1848.
My dear Macready,
We have migrated from the Bedford and come here, where we are very comfortably (not to say gorgeously) accommodated. Mrs. Macready is certainly better already, and I really have very great hopes that she will come back in a condition so blooming, as to necessitate the presentation of a piece of plate to the undersigned trainer.
You mean to come down on Sunday and on Sunday week. If you don't, I shall immediately take the Victoria, and start Mr. ——, of the Theatre Royal, Haymarket, as a smashing tragedian. Pray don't impose upon me this cruel necessity.
I think Lamartine, so far, one of the best fellows in the world; and I have lively hopes of that great people establishing a noble republic. Our court had best be careful not to overdo it in respect of sympathy with ex-royalty and ex-nobility. Those are not times for such displays, as, it strikes me, the people in some of our great towns would be apt to express pretty plainly.
However, we'll talk of all this on these Sundays, and Mr. —— shall not be raised to the pinnacle of fame.
Ever affectionately yours,
My dear Macready.
Editor of The Sun.
Devonshire Terrace, York Gate, Regent's Park,
Friday, April 14th, 1848.
Private.