I am not aware whether this intention was ever carried into effect.
The attack to which the above letter alludes was a very bad one of sciatica.

At length the baths of Baden in Switzerland cured me permanently, but after their--it is said ordinary and normal, but very perverse--fashion, having first made me incomparably worse.

I suffered excruciatingly, consolingly (!) assured by the doctor that sciatica never kills--only makes you wish that it would! While I was at the worst my brother came to Baden to see me, and on leaving me after a couple of days, wrote to my wife the following letter, which I confiscated and keep as a memorial.
After expressing his commiseration for me, he continues:-- "For you, I cannot tell you the admiration I have for you.

Your affection and care and assiduity were to be expected.

I knew you well enough to take them as a matter of course from you to him.