TO THOMAS POOLE, ESQ.
Grosvenor Street, Nov. 24, 1824.
MY DEAR POOLE,
It is very long since I have heard from you, Mr. A——, whom you introduced to me, has sometimes given me news of you, and I have always heard of your health and well-being with pleasure.
My immediate motive for writing to you now is somewhat, though not entirely selfish. You know 1 have always admired your neighbourhood, and I have lately seen a place advertised there, called, I think,——, not far from Quantock, and combining, as far as advertisement can be trusted, scenery, fishing, shooting, interest for money, &c.
If it is not sold, pray give me a little idea of it; I have long been looking out for a purchase,—perhaps this may suit me. After all, it may be sold; if so, no harm is done.
I go on labouring for utility, perhaps more than for glory; caring something for the judgment of my contemporaries, but more for that of posterity; and confiding with boldness in the solid judgment of Time.
I have lately seen some magnificent country in the Scandinavian peninsula, where Nature, if not a kind, is at least a beautiful mother.—I wonder there have not been more poets in the North.
I am, my dear Poole,
Very affectionately your old friend,
H. Davy.