Had an enjoyable week at "Darwin Hotel" during Hunt Week, with two balls, etc., but missed CD.
My dear Charles—
I received your leetle message from Catherine when I was staying at the Darwin Hotel for the Hunt week I have delay'd so long complying with your modest (but I cant help thinking unaccountable request) that I fear you are thinking me an ill tempered creature: sulky, idle &c &c but I have been so busy lately or so cold & frost bitten that I have never had time to scribble you a few lines— I am quite convinced that there does not exist so dull & stupid a letter composer as me, & how any body in their senses can wish for one of my productions is more than my weak mind can comprehend. I can only say I feel extremely flatter'd by such a compliment, and if you are put to sleep in reading the effusion you have only yourself to blame for it—
I have very little news or scandal I am afraid to tell you—
Shropshire as usual does not abound with either— I never did enjoy any
thing more than my my week at Darwin Hotel We were so perfectly
at our ease, and comfortable two Balls there were which I liked
very much, the intermediate evening we went to a little sort of
Fandango —(or as Owen calls it a ``Blow out,'' at the
Leightons, which was pleasant for Clare with her usual goodnature
sang to the admiring and awe struck multitude almost all
night. What more could we wish for? She pitched her voice in its shrillest key
and oh ye powers!! Heavens & Earth. I wish you could have heard
her—but why did you not come home this Xmas? I fully expected to have seen
you—but I suppose some dear little Beetles, in Cambridge or London
kept you away— I know when a Beetle is in the case every other
paltry object gives way —if I could have sent to tell you
I had found a Scrofulum morturorum perhaps you might have been induced to come
down!— how does the mania go on, are you as constant as
ever? don't think me impertinent, but tell me—pity and
forgive my ignorance— I am to day left solo at home with the Boys,
the Governor Mama S. & Car being gone for two days to Erthig (the Yorkes). I
thought it would be a dull affair, so got off going and am very comfortable
mistress of the Forest— I think this horrid frost never will end. I
never was so tired of any thing one can do nothing but sit over the fire and read
Novels. I have been improving my mind very much in this way, but at Oswestry
nothing much newer than ``The Mysteries of Udolpho'' is
to be had— Your sister Caroline has been here for 3 or
4 days. She went away this morning— Catherine is at Maer but I am
telling you <wh>at you know perhaps— Oh that I had a mystery to
unfold, but indeed n<ot> the ghost of one has appear'd to me for an
age— that eternal never to be ended Williams affair goes on
as usual, I never was so sick of any thing, and see no chance of
it coming to an end—any thing wd be better than this horrid state of
uncertainty, and always hearing the same thing—the name now quite
puts me in a fury— Human
patience can bear it no longer, & my little stock has been
long exhausted on that subject! Owen is now on leave of absence, and
as you may suppose is in a g
I think I have given you prose enough for once so will now put you out of
Burn this I do desire Sir!!!!!!!
- f1 77.f1Radcliffe 1794.
- f2 77.f2Probably a reference to the protracted engagement of Sarah Owen (see letter from Fanny Owen, [26 September 1831].
- f3 77.f3A prison for debtors as well as a court of law.
- f4 77.f4Arthur Owen was attending the East India Company College at Haileybury, a few miles from Hertford.