Most heartily have I sympathized, and still do sympathize with you,
under this tedious and trying attack of Mr. T. We talk of it almost continually, and having
heard nothing for some time, I was willing to flatter myself that he was getting
on, but a
letter from Mr.
does not give so favourable a
report of his progress as we had hoped.
This induces me to write rather in a hurry to ask you to let one of the
young ones, send a line now and then till he is
This is my first
letter since my visitation. – not but that I could write, for
my Sword Arm escaped the
thro’ the extreme and undeserved kindness of my friends, I suppose there have
been not much less than a hundred letters of inquiry to answer, and tho it sadly
overloads P. who is not well and assisted by
S – yet I forbear writing to those to whom
I wishd that I might conscientiously say I had written to none – this has given
me a little time for my other business.
I have generally managed in the same way with
visitors, which I believe includes every creature /(visitible)/ within ten
Miles, so that having so good an excuse I have rather gained time than
How mercifully have I been dealt with! and how often has that promise
occurred to me –
‘When thou passest thro the fire’
I often wonder I was not more overcome with
terror at seeing myself one Sheet of flame.
Roberts’s grievous wounds, for she was entirely burnt from her
wrists to her fingers ends and was obliged to have her ring filed off, are
healed sooner than my slight ones.
My shoulder and Arm only were burnt, not a
single thread of the Sleeve of my Chemise remained; it is however at present
only an inconvenience, and not a suffering – I cannot yet put on a gown – but it
is nothing more.
Thank you for
noticing my young friend Leeves. He writes
with much gratitude at the kindness he has received, and the honour of being
admitted to the Society of so much piety and talent.
How did he come
off at Clapham in preeching? Much condideration [sic] is due to him as he never
before was in any /truly/ religious Society. Does
Bowdler’s health stand this Winter?
How our young friends are marrying away!
I wish you
could see Mr. Stephens excellent
letter on the marriages in his family. So much wit!
Mary Gisborne delighted me in hers by an honest and
frank confession of her happiness That Match was made in heaven.
this chequered life all [deletion] are not rejoycing or marrying.
Our friend George
Sandford is coming to us to day for a few days, as soon as he
remains of a young creature his adopted daughter aged
Nineteen on whom he doated;
and over whom he has watched
with fond Solicitude for a year and a half in a dropsy – She was an amiable girl and
piously inclined, but he had dragged her so much into the great and gay world, that
it impeded her progress. I hope this privation will have a good effect on his own
mind. He loves religion and religious people, but then he dearly loves the world and
after having laboured hard to make both loves agree, I trust this blow will shew him
the vanity of that attempt.
Miss Roberts s
[sic] will be good sympathizing company for him, as they are expecting to night
to hear of the death of a Niece past nineteen also, but are of the most matured
Christians I have heard of; her sweet and extraordinary piety has made a
considerable impression on her own family, and many who knew her.
I have heard twice lately from Lady Olivia
but have not yet
written to her
. The excursion to the Lakes seems to have
quite answered; tho it appears she found every thing in it, except that
rest which was the professed Object of the tour.
More on her Subject when I
have more time
I have seen part of a letter from the Duchess of Wellington in which she says that Perigord the great Paris Banker has 25,000 pound a
day pass thro his hands for the Use of the English!! She also gives
an account of a long formal speech which was sent to her in French to make to
the king on her first public reception.
I do not like making our ladies
Public Orators in this way. Still less do I like the most unrighteous Speed with
which half our Country are crouding that city of Sin – even Bristol Merchants are
taking houses in France for whole years.
I know a lady just returned who says the English had raised the price of Cambric
there from half a crown to 7:6 a Yard, while our own looms are standing still –
I must say with Hamlet – ‘It cannot nor it will not come to
and that /war/ was not worse than such a peace – Especially if our
dear Africans are rescued. – I hear of a
book of Mr. Wilberforce to the French? What is it
how is his health.
If I sent you all the good wishes I am desired
to send, my paper would not hold them
I am very anxious about your own health which I fear must
I fear too that mind has
had a good deal to do with Mr. T.
illness, or rather that previous feeling had disposed his body to
receive any illness more severely than might otherwise have been the
I am so
hurried I know not what I write –