My dear old Friend.
Your note is most pathetic3 I understand well your words: ‘wherever I go, she is there”.— I am so deeply glad that she did not suffer so much, as I feared was inevitable. This was to us with poor Annie the one great comfort.—4 Trust to me that time will do wonders, & without causing forgetfuless of your darling.
I am very weak & can write little.— My nervous system has failed & I am kept going only by repeated doses of brandy; but I am certainly better, much, & sickness stopped.—
God Bless you my best of friends.— Yours affect | C. Darwin
P.S. | I must add that I shall be grateful for a line whenever you are inclined to write.
My head swims badly so no more.—
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-4318,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on