My dear Fox

I was very glad to hear from you— I had thought of writing but purpoosely deferred it, till I learned how your family were.— You must have gone through dredful suspense & suffering— I hope M^rs Fox has not had more than her usual suffering to endure with her wonderful fortitude.— I am glad to hear the poor Baby’s life is at last pretty secure—¹ I well remember your letter to me in the Beagle & your request, which I shall be most happy to comply with.— you did not tell me his proposed name— But before I say anymore I conceive myself bound to tell you, that we have not had Godfathers or Godmothers to our children,—not from any objection to their having such—but as we should in that case have been obliged to have stood proxies & we both disliked the statement of believing anything for another. I earnestly trust this will make no difference in your making me your childs Godpapa, but with your deep feelings on religion, I thought possibly you might much dislike having a Godfather who could [not] stand in propriâ personâ as such.— I feel sure you will prefer my having been open on this head.—

We are all well here and our two babies are, I think, strong healthy ones, & it is an unspeakable comfort this— For myself I have steadily been gaining ground & really believe now I shall some day be quite strong— I write daily for a couple of hours on my Coral volume & take a little walk or ride every day— I grow very tired in the evenings & am not able to go out at that time or hardly receive my nearest relations—but my life ceases to be burthensome, now that I can do something. We are taking steps to leave London & live about 20 miles from it on some Railway— we are going in a few days to see house & land 6 miles north of Windsor: we shall not actually be transplanted till next spring²

I had a letter two days since from Henslow, who appears very happy & flourishing —giving lectures, displays of fireworks, initiating agricultural prizes, & I do not know what besides, for his Parishioners— As I tell him, I wish Botanists were his Parishioners, he would then do a little more scientific work—

I presume your wife & children are at Osmaston & that you are by yourself at Delamere, but I direct this there, as I hope it will catch you.— Pray let me hear from you before long about my being Godfather.— You & I will be then, what all Spaniards who hold that relation to each other, delight to call each other “compadre” so my dear old expectant compadre farewell.

Your affect friend | Charles Darwin 12 Upper Gower St