Family news from Shrewsbury.
My dear Emma.
I arrived last night about 8 oclock:— I was somewhat wearied & my headache began just before we got to Shrewsbury.— I went at once to bed, & was surprised to have a fit of vomiting & shivering & Susan came & nursed me & I slept capitally & am this morning very well & brisk & the day is bright & beautiful.
My companions as far as Bermingham were men after my own heart: They did not speak one word— I mean literally, I could swear in court of justice that no one, except I, spoke one word or sentence & my own sentence was “here we are at Bermingham”.
Caroline is down stairs, looks pale, but appears well & very good spirits. Baby quite well which has not been the case to Car. inexpressible fear & grief.— She is much pleased with pellisse.— She sends her love to you & with a broad chuckle keeps on saying ‘poor Emma’— My poor dearest old soul, are you very bad & familiar — I hope not my poor old soul: at this distance they are so brutal they all chuckle & cry “oh oh poor Miss Emma.”— They are all talking & laughing so much I can hardly write.
—I resume my letter but I am rather too tired to write much.— I have been telling all about Doddy & Annie & they like hearing everything—. Catherine gives me up altogether as a moral-teacher, after I have told her of my pitting Doddy to show fight to Johnny & after my trying whether Doddy or J should have the last blow— Katty declares she shall always say I was once a good Father.— They think I probably misuse you very much, otherwise you could never be quiet whilst I teach my son such pranks—poor dear old Titty is a misused old soul, poor old Titty so very sick & squashy this very minute.—
My Father & the girls are looking very well— They enjoy all the gossip I can tell them about everybody— Catherine declares till quite lately they had no notion old Marsh was alive—, thought he had been executed long since—
I think I shall be pretty well. I enjoy the looks of cleanliness & freshness of everything & I wish you were here to enjoy them.— The crocuses are looking quite brilliant— Tell me all about the chickens, if you are well enough to scribble a bit: Give my best love to Elizabeth & tell her I expect to see her when I return: she must not leave you a desolate widow.—
Goodbye my dearest. C. D.—
I was quite right in saying your scratched out passage would give them plenty of
work.— Catherine after having drawn a chair to the window, cried out (as Susan
says) here is my work for the morning.— She first ascertained which were false
tails & which real: She then found that many false H.
- f1 622.f1See ‘Journal’ (Correspondence vol. 2, Appendix II), 1842: ‘March 7
thWent to Shrewsbury for 10 days.’
- f2 622.f2John Darwin Wedgwood, son of Harry and Jessie Wedgwood.
- f3 622.f3Arthur Cuthbert Marsh, husband of Anne Marsh, died in 1849.