To Juliet Pollock   15th May 1862

15^th May 1862

My dear M^rs. Pollock.

Here we have winter again in the midst of May & on this gusty morning I am off to the country. I gave Spedding¹ two days holiday yesterday and though the cause of this was the confusion of my head he rejoiced I doubt not, like schoolboys in general, over his teacher’s calamity.

I do not know quite where I am going. I shall decide at the Railway Station. I sometimes think it would be jolly to have a wife to talk to when I am tired, but Oh! how very jolly it is to be thus free.

For the last week there seems to have been a bubble of air in my brain, pressing against it with elastic force and making me giddy by its rolling about. I must expel this bubble before I return:—good bye.

Your ever | John Tyndall.

I have read all through St Clements Eve:² The writer is a refined and able man. I read the play with intense delight. I wonder could any unpledged woman withstand the fascination of such a man as Orleans?

RI MS JT/1/T/1139