My dearest W.
I am very sorry to hear that you are headachy. A scheme just comes into my head. viz, that when I am back, that you shd. come here for a fortnights hydropathy. Do you not think it might do you real good? I could get on perfectly with the children.— You might bring Etty with you.2 Think of this my own dearest wife. Ah Mammy, I wish you knew how I value you; & what an in-expressible blessing it is to have one whom one can always trust—one always the same, always ready to give comfort, sympathy & the best advice.— God bless you my dear, you are too good for me.
Yesterday I was poorly: the Review & confounded Queen was too much for me;3 but I got better in evening & am very well today. I cannot walk far yet; but I loiter for hours in the Park & amuse myself by watching the Ants: I have great hopes I have found the rare Slave-making species & have sent a specimen to Brit. Mus. to know whether it is so.—4 I have finished Beneath the Surface & it is very poor.5 I have begun the Three Chances, & this a strange powerful novel, written by one with plenty of “gumption”.—6
Thanks for Charlotte’s note, which I have burnt.7
I have got some more letters to write, though I wrote six longish ones yesterday so farewell my best & dearest of wives | C. D.
Mrs. Lane agrees with me that the Betrothed is by a man.8 She coolly added that Beneath the Surface was so poor that it must have been written by a man!
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-2413,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on