My dear Hooker
I have made up my mind to go on Thursday week with all our household for a month to Malvern.2 I have had a deal of sickness of late; every morning for a fortnight. I have been in communication with Prof. Goodsir of Edinburgh, as I find what I suppose are vegetable cells in the limpid fluid which I throw up, & on my return I must consult someone skilled in such cases.—3 Goodsir thinks this is not cause, but consequence of enfeebled stomach.
Whenever you write please tell me the Vol. Title of Journal, Year, & page of your paper on the “Climate &c” of the Himalaya.4 And I ask you, whether you ought not to be crucified alive for sending out a valuable pamphlet with no means of giving a reference? Though Dutrochet has published the cream of my work, I have been going on at Tendrils &c; for the subject has interested me much, & Dutrochet left something undone.5 So do not forget me, if you notice at Kew any plant with odd tendrils. Those of Bignonia unguis are very peculiar; as are those of Smilax aspera, which latter have quite stumped me.—6
I had the other day a little note from Lyell, who has found Trimmers arctic shells on Moel Tryfan.—7 He goes to Newcastle;8 I suppose you will not have time. I have heard from no one else.—
I suppose I told you that my sister Catherine was going to marry our brother- in-law, Langton;9 well only a few days before, she caught the Scarlet-Fever so badly that she has been in some risk of her life.—
When we return from Malvern you must try & spare a Sunday; it is so very long since I have seen you.10 Do not write till you have something approaching to leisure.
Goodnight my dear old friend | C. Darwin
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