iS53 "CORN IN EGYPT" II5 



setting my teeth hard and saying, " Never mind, I wilL" But 

 what I write in a hurry about and want you to do at once, is 

 to write to me and tell me exactly how money may be sent safely 

 to you. It is inexpedient to send without definite directions, 

 according to the character you give your neighbours. Don't 

 expect anything vast, but there is corn in Egypt. . . . 



Two classes of people can I deal with and no third. They 

 are the good people — people after my own heart, and the thor- 

 ough men of the world. Either of these I can act and sym- 

 pathise with, but the others, who are neither for God nor for 

 the Devil, but for themselves, as grim old Dante has it, and 

 whom he therefore very justly puts in a most uncomfortable 

 place, I cannot do with. . . . 



So Florry is growing up into a great girl; the child will not 

 remember me, but kiss her and my godson for me, and give my 

 love to them all. The Lymph shall come in my next letter for 

 the young Yankee. I hope the juices of the English cow will 

 prevent him from ever acquiring the snuffle. 



Tell the Doctor all about the medal, with my kindest re- 

 gards, and believe me, my dearest Lizzie, your affectionate 

 brother, , Tom. 



4 Upper York Place, St. John's Wood, April 22, 1853. 



My dearest Lizzie — First let me congratulate you on being 

 safe over your troubles and in possession of another possible 

 President. I think it may be worth coming over twenty years 

 hence on the possibility of picking up something or other from 

 one of my nephews at Washington. 



[He sends some money.] Would it were more worth your 

 having, but I have not as yet got on to Tom Tiddler's ground on 

 this side of the water. You need not be alarmed about my 

 having involved myself in any way — such portion of it as is 

 of my sending has been conquered by mine own sword and 

 spear, and the rest came from Mary.* . . . 



[After giving a summary of his struggle with the Admiralty, 

 he proceeds] — If I were to tell you all the intriguing and hum- 

 bug there has been about my unfortunate grant — which yet 

 granted — it would occupy this letter, and though a very good 

 illustration of the encouragement afforded to Science in this 

 country, would not be very amusing. Once or twice it has fairly 

 died out, only to be stirred up again by my own pertinacity. 

 However, I have hopes of it at last, as I ^hear Lord Rosse is 



* Mrs. George Huxley. 



