| Description | 'I wrote my dearest life, last post which I hope will come safe to your hands.
We have had the melancholy accounts of His Majesties death, which throws a great damp every body in this army. What effects it will have with regard to the war is uncertain but we are hopefull that it may bring about a peace whcih God grant.
I wrote you in my last, that I think when the weather begins to breake you should leave the country and come to London. This I hope you will do. You will have more amusement and be nearer to hear from this side of water.I don't know if Thomie ever writes you he very seldom does me. He has been at Turin, Parma and I don't know where and writes Mr Crawfurd not to let me know of it. I am sorry to think he can do any thing his father should not know.
I expect Jamie Dundas here every day. I hope to keep him some time at this place. He has been much distressed with his rheumatism here he may recover a little. When you write me let me know what you have done with furnishing your house in Edinburgh. I would have you do it in a plain genteel taste as neat as possible but not expensive. Put any pictures you have not room for at Kerse in the parlour and stair case at Edinburgh. I long to hear about the affairs at Kerse if Bowie has been with you and made the plan. I would wish to have something done befor I come home. I always think we must have another kitchen and turn the present one into a servants hall or laundry, for the smell goes through the whole house as it is now. One might be easily built where the coall yard is. I wish you would get somebody to make a good plan of a kitchen scullery, and some rooms for men servants to sleep in, for the stables will be too far off for our own servants - consider of this my dear life.I am yours, LD' |