"Pisa, December 10. 1821.
"This day and this hour, (one, on the clock,) my daughter is six
years old. I wonder when I shall see her again, or if ever I shall
see her at all.
"I have remarked a curious coincidence, which almost looks like a
fatality.
"My _mother_, my _wife_, my _daughter_, my _half-sister_, my
_sisters mother_, my _natural daughter_ (as far at least as _I_ am
concerned), and _myself_, are all only children.
"My father, by his first marriage with Lady Conyers (an only
child), had only my sister; and by his second marriage with an only
child, an only child again. Lady Byron, as you know, was one also,
and so is my daughter, &c.
"Is not this rather odd--such a complication of only children? By
the way, send me my daughter Ada's miniature. I have only the
print, which gives little or no idea of her complexion.
"Yours, &c. B."
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