To Mrs. Smith I am about to write a letter, with a book; be so kind as to inform me of her direction.
Mrs. Inchbald I do not like at all; every time I recollect her I like her less. That segment of a look at the corner of her eye—O God in heaven! it is so cold and cunning. Through worlds of wildernesses I would run away from that look, that "heart-picking" look! 'Tis marvellous to me that you can like that woman.
I shall remain here about ten days for certain. If you have leisure and inclination in that time, write; if not, I will write to you where I am going, or at all events whither I am gone.
God bless you, and
Your sincerely affectionate
S. T. COLERIDGE.
Mr. T. Poole's,
N[ether] Stowey, Bridgwater.
Sara desires to be remembered kindly to you, and sends a kiss to Fanny, and "dear meek little Mary."
[Footnote 1: Mrs. Shelley.]