. . . I only got home to-day: and found one letter on my table from
Ireland. I did not notice it had a black edge and seal: saw it was from
Edgeworthstown: written in the hand of Edgeworth's wife, who often wrote
down from his dictation since his eyes became bad. But she tells me that
he is dead after twelve days illness! I do not yet feel half so sorry as
I shall feel: I shall constantly miss him. {211a}
_To E. B. Cowell_.
[End of 1846.]