XXXIV.

CASTLE SQUARE, Monday (January 30).

MY DEAR CASSANDRA,--I was not much surprised yesterday by the agreeable

surprise of your letter, and extremely glad to receive the assurance of

your finger being well again.

Here is such a wet day as never was seen. I wish the poor little girls

had better weather for their journey; they must amuse themselves with

watching the raindrops down the windows. Sackree, I suppose, feels quite

broken-hearted. I cannot have done with the weather without observing

how delightfully mild it is; I am sure Fanny must enjoy it with us.

Yesterday was a very blowing day; we got to church, however, which we

had not been able to do for two Sundays before.

I am not at all ashamed about the name of the novel, having been guilty

of no insult toward your handwriting; the diphthong I always saw, but

knowing how fond you were of adding a vowel wherever you could, I

attributed it to that alone, and the knowledge of the truth does the

book no service; the only merit it could have was in the name of Caleb,

which has an honest, unpretending sound, but in Coelebs there is

pedantry and affectation. Is it written only to classical scholars?

I shall now try to say only what is necessary, I am weary of meandering;

so expect a vast deal of small matter, concisely told, in the next two

pages.

Mrs. Cooke has been very dangerously ill, but is now, I hope, safe. I

had a letter last week from George, Mary being too busy to write, and at

that time the disorder was called of the typhus kind, and their alarm

considerable, but yesterday brought me a much better account from Mary,

the origin of the complaint being now ascertained to be bilious, and the

strong medicines requisite promising to be effectual. Mrs. E. L. is so

much recovered as to get into the dressing-room every day.

A letter from Hamstall gives us the history of Sir Tho. Williams's

return. The Admiral, whoever he might he, took a fancy to the "Neptune,"

and having only a worn-out 74 to offer in lieu of it, Sir Tho. declined

such a command, and is come home passenger. Lucky man! to have so fair

an opportunity of escape. I hope his wife allows herself to be happy on

the occasion, and does not give all her thoughts to being nervous.

A great event happens this week at Hamstall in young Edward's removal to

school. He is going to Rugby, and is very happy in the idea of it; I

wish his happiness may last, but it will be a great change to become a

raw school-boy from being a pompous sermon-writer and a domineering

brother. It will do him good, I dare say.

Caroline has had a great escape from being burnt to death lately. As her

husband gives the account, we must believe it true. Miss Murden is

gone,--called away by the critical state of Mrs. Pottinger who has had

another severe stroke, and is without sense or speech. Miss Murden

wishes to return to Southampton if circumstances suit, but it must be

very doubtful.

We have been obliged to turn away Cholles, he grew so very drunken and

negligent, and we have a man in his place called Thomas.

Martha desires me to communicate something concerning herself which she

knows will give you pleasure, as affording her very particular

satisfaction,--it is that she is to be in town this spring with Mrs.

Dundas. I need not dilate on the subject. You understand enough of the

whys and wherefores to enter into her feelings, and to be conscious that

of all possible arrangements it is the one most acceptable to her. She

goes to Barton on leaving us, and the family remove to town in April.

What you tell me of Miss Sharpe is quite new, and surprises me a little;

I feel, however, as you do. She is born, poor thing! to struggle with

evil, and her continuing with Miss B. is, I hope, a proof that matters

are not always so very bad between them as her letters sometimes

represent.

Jenny's marriage I had heard of, and supposed you would do so too from

Steventon, as I knew you were corresponding with Mary at the time. I

hope she will not sully the respectable name she now bears.

Your plan for Miss Curling is uncommonly considerate and friendly, and

such as she must surely jump at. Edward's going round by Steventon, as I

understand he promises to do, can be no reasonable objection; Mrs. J.

Austen's hospitality is just of the kind to enjoy such a visitor.

We were very glad to know Aunt Fanny was in the country when we read of

the fire. Pray give my best compliments to the Mrs. Finches, if they are

at Gm. I am sorry to find that Sir J. Moore has a mother living, but

though a very heroic son he might not be a very necessary one to her

happiness. Deacon Morrell may be more to Mrs. Morrell.

I wish Sir John had united something of the Christian with the hero in

his death. Thank heaven! we have had no one to care for particularly

among the troops,--no one, in fact, nearer to us than Sir John himself.

Col. Maitland is safe and well; his mother and sisters were of course

anxious about him, but there is no entering much into the solicitudes of

that family.

My mother is well, and gets out when she can with the same enjoyment,

and apparently the same strength, as hitherto. She hopes you will not

omit begging Mrs. Seward to get the garden cropped for us, supposing she

leaves the house too early to make the garden any object to herself. We

are very desirous of receiving your account of the house, for your

observations will have a motive which can leave nothing to conjecture

and suffer nothing from want of memory. For one's own dear self, one

ascertains and remembers everything.

Lady Sondes is an impudent woman to come back into her old neighborhood

again; I suppose she pretends never to have married before, and wonders

how her father and mother came to have her christened Lady Sondes.

The store-closet, I hope, will never do so again, for much of the evil

is proved to have proceeded from the gutter being choked up, and we have

had it cleared. We had reason to rejoice in the child's absence at the

time of the thaw, for the nursery was not habitable. We hear of similar

disasters from almost everybody.

No news from Portsmouth. We are very patient. Mrs. Charles Fowle desires

to be kindly remembered to you. She is warmly interested in my brother

and his family.

Yours very affectionately,

J. AUSTEN.

Miss AUSTEN, EDWARD AUSTEN'S, Esq.,

Godmersham Park, Faversham, Kent.

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