| Description | 'I received the letter my dearest dear life wrote me dated the 26th from Moor Park. We have just had here such weather as you mention to have at Moor Park. This with the confusion we are in - so may work people etc - makes the place very disagreeable, but I find myself better the journey and riding every day does me much service. I don't know who pack't up the plate you sent here; they have been very careless, the lamp to the tea kettle broke and they have not sent castors, so that for pepper and mustard we have but two little dirty glasses, and case with the desert knives forks and spoons have not come. You will please to order these things to be sentfirst opportunity.
I am glad my dear life can amuse herself with fitting up the house or in any other way but I often wish you here and I hope you will set out about the 15th of this month for I cannot think of being alone any longer. We have lost all the hay of this county. Nothing but continuall rains, it is really melancholy to see it. George Ross and Ralph Dundas are here from Harrowgate and I expect the two Mr Turners and Col. StLeger to dinner so I must conclude with wishing my dear life every happyness she can wish.
I am ever your LD' |