My dear George
I am quite delighted at Ball’s letter & have read it ever so many times.2 I am like the Poet, of whom Ralston spoke, whose head was so much turned that it came right off.—3 It is really splendid, for the letter is obviously so spontaneous.—
This place is magnificently beautiful, but the weather is nothing less than damnably cold, & this precludes much enjoyment. There was snow on the mountains yesterday & this morning. Mother has got one of her usual headaches, but is improving & will be up, we hope by luncheon.— We rather expect Mr. Marshall to call today, & if he offers his Park-like grounds—for walking in, it will be a great advantage to me; for at present, I have only 2 walks.4 The Boys have taken no end of long walks, & so has Bessy, but poor Litchfield has sprained again the same ancle as before.—5 Leonard has gone to Pooley Bridge to arrange about his sappers.—6
There is no Boat at present at 5o 20′.— It is nominally 16 miles from Penrith here, & a very pretty drive.— It will be very nice having you here, & there is some hope of William coming.7 I hope poor dear Ida may be able to come. I think the visit here has done Horace good; he has been very jolly & pleasant, & has taken several gigantic walks.—8
Please look in list of Royal Soc. members for the initials of Mr. Lawes of Rothamsted(?) Christian name, & tell me.— I want to send him my worm-book, when published, as the only return which I can make for an astoundingly civil invitation to Rothamsted.—9
I think Ball one of the best men who ever lived: I wish he was going to be Astronomer R., but Leonard says Stone at the C. of G. Hope has been appointed.—10
Your affectionate Father | C. Darwin
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