My dear Gulielmus
I am sorry that you cannot get a tin-box.2 I am dreadfully weak on Botany; but I can positively say that your plant is not Lady’s fingers.— I think it is a Lotus: but the specimen was so crumpled.—
Etty has begun Botany by natural system in earnest & made out that a Primrose had a central placenta & was one of the Primulaceæ!— She & Mamma have gone to London today about Etty’s teeth, & I expect them back every minute.—3 On Saturday Georgy comes, on Monday Aunt Susan,4 & on Wednesday I go to London; so we are all on the move.
I have this minute returned from a Vestry to compel that beast, Mr Ainslie,5 to pay a Church-rate;6 but he has floored us.— I have great hopes that the beast is ruined & will soon be clear of the village.— I have been working as usual too hard, & have almost quite lost the good which Moor Park did me; but I think I have settled the theory of Bees-cells.—7
I have had no answer to my letter to Mr. Wilson, in which I asked what his terms for you were from Sept. 1st to Oct. 16th; or as I put it delicately, whether it was a full quarter (by the way do not leave this note about) & then I must settle at once, when I hear, what must be done.—8 I sometimes doubt; but it wd. be so horridly vexatious if you were nearly & yet not quite get the Scholarship.—9 I shall be very glad to hear anything more about the “Belgiman”; it is by far the best case which I have got, & you have described the case, better than anyone.10
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-2273,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on