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        <title type="main">William Hone to John Childs, 11 December, 1820</title>
        <title type="sub">An Electronic Edition</title>
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          <name key="Hone, William, 1780-1842">William Hone</name>
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        <p>For publication in the Hone Correspondence section of the William Hone BioText,
          http://honearchive.org. The letter is published under a Creative Commons license, details
          of which are accessible from the BioText homepage.</p>
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        <p>Transcribed and edited from the original in the British Library, Add. MS 40120, ff.
          127-28.</p>
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        <head>William Hone to <ref type="person" target="whoswho.html#ChildsJohn">John Childs</ref>,
            <date when="1820-12-11">11 December, 1820</date>.<anchor xml:id="citation"/><note
            resp="#KG" place="foot">British Library, Add. MS 40120, ff. 150-51. <ref
              target="#citation">[return]</ref></note> &#8212; <ref type="tei-link"
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            <address><addrLine><ref type="place">London</ref></addrLine></address><lb/>
            <date when="1820-12-11">11 Dec. 1820</date><lb/>
            <salute>Dear Childs,</salute>
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            <p> I have great satisfaction from your letter this morning announcing that enough has
              been obtained for <ref type="person">Mr. Scraggs</ref>,<anchor xml:id="a"/><note
                place="bottom" resp="#KG">A notice of the subscription in the <title>Times</title>
                of 9 December lists more than 15 subscribers who had collectively already
                contributed well over the required &#163;100. <ref target="#a">[return]</ref></note>
              and a little mortification on learning that part of the sums subscribed are to be
              directed to some public charity. Assuredly <emph>some</emph> of those who have
              subscribed here, will be dissatisfied if the surplus be thus appropriated and I, for
              one, can conceive no reason for it, unless Scraggs be unworthy of further assistance,
              which you have given me no reason to imagine. Pray do not suffer any clamour of the
              Bungay loyalists to misdirect a single shilling from its intended object&#8212;<emph
                rend="underline">Give it him all.</emph>
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            <p>I have however returned a Guinea to <ref type="person"
                target="whoswho.html#CruikshankGeorge">George Cruikshank</ref> from whom I extracted
              it, over a "pint stamp," on Saturday night, or, (orthodoxy forgive me) rather on
              Sunday morning&#8212;and I have likewise returned another Guinea to another good
              fellow who could better afford a sentiment than a sixpence&#8212;To revert however to
              the surplus &#8212; Scraggs is a fool &amp; does not know what is good for him, and
              therefore you &amp; his other friends ought to, and <emph rend="underline">must</emph>
              secure the amount, whatever it be, <emph rend="underline">for his exclusive benefit.
                Do this.</emph></p>
            <p> Property is encumbering in some forms. In the shape of <emph rend="underline"
                >money</emph> it is confounded annoying. If you have it, you naturally divide it
              with some destitute and distressed fellow creatures, and then divide the remainder;
              till the quotient is indivisible. And if you have it in the shape of a <emph
                rend="underline">house</emph> you as naturally let in some <milestone unit="folio"
                n="151r"/> unhappy shelterless devil as a tenant, upon whom you haven't the heart to
              levy a distress for the rent. That is, I mean that cash and tenements are to me
              teazing alike, and if I had not surrendered myself to certain Trustees, who kindly
              convert to their own use and behoof, any and all manner of Income and Proceeds,
              arising out of and from divers, to wit, sundry Houses, and Ladders, and other things,
              or from the sale thereof, I say were it not for said Trust[torn] viz. 1 Sarah, 2
              Matilda, 3 Fanny, 4 William, 5 Alfred, 6 John, 7 Em[ma], 8 Rose, &amp;, 9 Samuel Parr
              Hone, on the body of my wife Sarah (another Trustee for <emph rend="underline">us
                is</emph>) lawfully begotten, I say I do believe were it not for said kind [care?]
              and consumption, as aforesaid, I should have been not worth a groat or a family. Money
              is the devil to me, and, if I had it, Land would be Hell, which being interpreted
              signifieth Torment. </p>
            <p> Thank you &amp; <ref type="person" target="whoswho.html#ChildsRobert">your good
                brother</ref> for Hares&#8212;<emph rend="underline">such</emph> Hares! &#8212;
                <milestone unit="folio" n="151v"/> I am absolutely under an indigestion from
              devouring part of one because I could not abstain from the temptation to eat as much
              as I could of it &#8212; and then <emph rend="underline">a brace</emph> today!
              "Visions of glory spare my aching sight!"<anchor xml:id="b"/><note place="bottom"
                resp="#KG">from <ref type="person">Thomas Gray</ref>'s <ref type="publication"
                    ><title>The Bard</title></ref>, line 107. <ref target="#b">[return]</ref></note>
              I sent the stoutest to the Wife of our friend the tall stationer, the other will be
              jugged for our dinner on Wednesday, when we shall laugh at recollections of the donor
              and drink his &amp; his wife's, their family's health. I am not fond of giving advice
              but pray tell your brother to get married without delay. It sharpens a man's
              capabilities, &amp; enlarges his powers of usefulness, and concentrates his mind to
              one object. Tell him that marriage is Nature's art of stereotyping&#8212;besides a man
              should begin while he can <unclear>fuse</unclear> &#8212; years roll over him &amp; he
              vitrifies. </p>
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          <closer> I am, Dear Childs, yours faithfully<lb/>
            <signed>W Hone</signed>
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            <p> [Addressed:]<lb/> Mr. John Childs,<lb/>
              <ref type="place">Bungay</ref>
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