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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Thomas Allsop, [9 January 1828]
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[January 9, 1828.]

DEAR Allsop—I have been very poorly and nervous lately, but am recovering sleep, &c. I do not invite or make engagements for particular days; but I need not say how pleasant your dropping in any Sunday morng would be. Perhaps Jameson would accompany you. Pray beg him to keep an accurate record of the warning I sent by him to old Pan, for I dread lest he should at the 12 months’ end deny the warning. The house is his daughter’s, but we took it through him, and have paid the rent to his receipts for his daughter’s. Consult J. if he thinks the warning sufficient. I am very nervous, or have been, about the house; lost my sleep, & expected to be ill; but slumbered gloriously last night golden slumbers. I shall not relapse. You fright me with your inserted slips in the most welcome Atlas. They begin to charge double for it, & call it two sheets. How can I confute them by opening it, when a note of yours might slip out, & we get in a hobble? When you write, write real letters. Mary’s best love & mine to Mrs. A. Yours ever,

C. Lamb.