Dear Wynn
My poor
child is dying of hydrocephalos. I have been in a
state of convulsive agony. but have cast that off & am
now tranquil & perfectly resigned. she is quite
insensible & that is a mercy for which I am not
unthankful
As soon as she is gone xx where so many of my
friends are gone before her – & where I must one day
follow – we shall set off for Keswick. it will be
the best place for my poor heartbroken Edith. her sister has
a
little girl about six months old – whom if I can I
shall strive to love with a sort of adoption. If I thought you could meet you on
our way I should be very glad. give me a line to say if you
are at Wynnstay –
for by Gods blessing I trust we shall not be chained here
many days longer – & perhaps we could appoint a meeting
at the Cross Foxes [1]
God bless you
R S.
Friday – Aug. 19.
