Friday June 17th. 18541
My dear Tom
I know Mr Tidmarsh’s2 family will be glad to see you. They live I think on Merchants Quay Dublin. The number I forget. Should you call remember me kindly to them. This dismal weather has checked my advance into the New Forest.3
Yesterday I absolutely smoked three cigars to lift the weight of time from my shoulders. It is not yet noon, the rain drizzles drearily outside and I have already completed my first cigar. As long as I remain idle I can bear a large amount of fumigation. Wright is off this morning to Lincoln; he received your letter before he went: and no doubt will commence his journey all the more gladly on account of it. Though I believe he will not find it necessary to avail himself of your offer. Debus is pottering amid his bottles, and the ladies are all in bed.
Your affectionate | John
RI MS JT/1/HTYP/344
LT Typescript Only
My dear Tom: LT notes to the left of the date: ‘to Hirst in Ireland written at Q[ueen]wood prob[abl]y staying with the Wrights’.
Mr Tidmarsh’s: John Tidmarsh (see letter 0873, n. 26).
New Forest: New Forest, Hampshire, an area of southern England that includes a large tract of unenclosed pastureland and heavily wooded forest. It was designated a royal forest and hunting ground by William the Conqueror in 1079, became a protected area under the New Forest Act of 1877, and became a National Park in 2005.
Please cite as “Tyndall0939,” in Ɛpsilon: The John Tyndall Collection accessed on