My dear Darwin
I am deeply obliged to you for so kindly writing to me upon our very sad loss.2 She was a very dear and good child, and very much beloved by us.
But all this ought to do away our sorrow— I cannot say it does so. Your handwriting is so exactly as of old, that I cannot help hoping you are in tolerable health.
I have been looking over many of your old, old letters of late. They have recalled days, seldom long out of memory—
I always love to dwell upon Shrewsbury in those times. Your good Father hangs up in my little study—reminding me of his great kindnesses to me; and at the same time of ⟨Ca⟩roline who made the likeness— of Susan full of goodness &c.3 Those were gold letter days indeed.
We have both had many happy days since—but they want the joyousness—the overflowingness of youth, and youths friendship.
Some six weeks since I attended the Funeral of my oldest Naturalist Friend Hewitson.4 I knew him when we were both very young, & afterwards we were intimate friends thro a very chequered life on his part. He spent much of his time, and the Income of a large fortune, upon his favorite pursuit—Lepidopte⟨ra.⟩ Having lost his wife5 & without family he could afford to keep Naturalists in Africa and South America—and for very many years has published a beautiful work which he drew and coloured all the plates for at a loss of 30£ per month.6
He has left a splendid collection to the British Museum.7 I shall miss him very much.
Owing to our childs long illness, we have not yet made the acquaintance of your daughter at Basset.8 I hope we shall now do so, and get them to pay us a visit. He kindly wrote to me lately. Mrs Fox9 sends her kindest regards to Mrs Darwin— Excuse this stupid ⟨note⟩
⟨Yours⟩ always | W. D. Fox
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-11625,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on