My Dear Father,
I send off by the early post today, some pods of the L. styled Lythrum, from a plant growing in a clump as I put on the envelope.2
The Long styled that I first sent you (wrongly named short-styled) was growing quite by itself some yards from any other plant, and a hundred to two hundred from any clump. The plant itself as far as I can remember—was not an unhealthy plant, but the difference in size and number of pods is very marked. So that comparing a branch of each they look almost like different species, one is so fat and tightly packed in its pods compared to the other; the situations did not differ much, one along side a stream, the other along an all-the-year-round wet ditch.3
I will count the seeds soon. 6 of each as you say—4 Maud Atherley seems much the same, all Mr Atherley can say is that if anything his hopes are rather more than his fears.5 it seems an attack on the brain, all Sunday and Sunday Night, she was screaming most terribly, taking brandy every two hours which she has to do still.
I expect I have seen the last of the exhibition, as I shall not be able to get away this Saturday Certainly, or next most probably.6
Mama was wonderful in London—7 | your affect son | W E Darwin
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-3777,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on