‘My dear Sarah,—Your kind letter came just after
Patty had sent me her namesake’s. I write to
thank you, but I have nothing to say—for we go on in one monotonous way
here. Before breakfast I lounge a little, all alone, in a very pretty flower
garden; then come many newspapers, but not much talk, as the family is rather
silent, and there are no visitors but Lord John
Russell and Lady
Russell, who came here on Thursday last for a fortnight. On Saturday
next I think of going for two nights to Lady Mary
Monck; on Monday and on Thursday to the Archbishop of York; and on the Saturday
afterwards to Castle Howard. I have not yet proposed myself to them, but I
must, having left them so abruptly before, when, in the North with Sir George Beaumont, I broke a tooth and
hurried to town, as Patty has done, for repair. Here I am
left much to myself—my foot is certainly much better, though I cannot
stir without binding, which Reece and I
manage together pretty well. For the last three or four days I have had a sore
throat and a little bile, but am getting better with abstinence. There is a
very pretty walk from the house through a deep, woody glen by a brook-side,
that brings you out on the sea beach, and the garden and the shrubberies are
most luxuriant. It is an inland place by the seaside.
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‘Pray direct to me under cover to the Earl of Carlisle, Castle Howard, York.’