[Manchester, about 18 May 1862]
Dear Moor,
You must excuse my not writing. Never have I been so overrun
as I have this week. Austrians, backwoodsmen,’” Frenchmen and,
then, today, Borkheim is saddling me with his associé’*—a nice
prospect! I no longer know whether [’m coming or going. And, on
top of it all, one’s expected to go drinking with the whole crew
and make oneself agreeable. May the devil take the exhibition.**
In the greatest haste,

Your
F. E.