July 1847-March 1848

The Collected Letters, Volume 22


JWC TO MARY RUSSELL ; 30 December 1847; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18471230-JWC-MR-01; CL 22: 190


Thursday [30 December 1847]

My dear Mrs Russell

I “did intend” (in Joseph Andrews style)1 to have written you a long letter for newyear's-day: but last night I never once closed my eyes—an accident which befals me rather often—and so today I can hardly keep my eyes open—not for drowsiness—that could be mastered—but for headach which leaves me no will of my own— For the rest; I am keeping free from cough this winter—and have even hitherto escaped the prevailing Influenza. On the eigthh of January we go to Bay House—Lady Harriet Baring's, where we have gone for the last two winters—to stay till far into February. There the climate is much less trying than in London. so perhaps I shall escape being laid up this winter altogether—

I send you a little foolish pair of bracelets with new-year blessings— And a Sovereign for the usual purposes2

I dreamt one night lately of being in Thornhill—a long most dreary oppressive dream—which ended with my falling dead in your arms—

Kind regards to your Father and Husband— What does the former think of our Catholic friends in Irland now?3

Excuse this sc[r]ap4 it is really the most I am up to

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