Private<qr>15th [sic] Nov. 1859.
My dear Tyndall,
I really cannot advise you; I can only tell you what I should do, and what I did do, under like circumstances2. When the chair of Chemistry was offered me under the strongest private assurances of the authorities, I declined it3. It was all a matter of feeling with me, but the feeling was that, if I had a sufficient moderate income in London, nothing would make me change London for Edinburgh. Others might reverse the terms, and say nothing should bring them to London, so that really I have no advice to give; for I suppose I may now assume that you have a competency in London, and that all beyond will come under the points of honour, prosperity, or pleasure.
Ever, my dear Tyndall, | Truly yours, | M. Faraday
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