Coleridge reaching his new abode, I was gratified by receiving from him the following letter. "Stowey, 1796. My dear Cottle, We arrived safe. Our house is set to rights. We are all wife, bratling, and self, remarkably well. Mrs. Coleridge likes Stowey, and loves Thomas Poole and his mother, who love her.
If I were to rule in your favor, would Martha Fisher be the next bratling in a long and everlasting line of infant supermen applying to this and that and the other Court to have their legal majority ruled, each of them pointing to your case as having established precedence?" "I have no way of predicting the future, sir. What may happen in the future really has no bearing in evidence here."