My dear Darwin
I was much pleased to see you have the Copley Medal given you by RS.2 I suppose it is a great honour from such a Socy—but I am sadly ignorant of such matters.
I wish I could hear that you were in better health,3 but I suppose your destiny is to let your Brain destroy your Body. If equal to writing a few lines it wd give me great pleasure to again see your well known handwriting—but do not think of it if you are not equal to it.
I hope you are all well as, I am thankful to say we are except my poor Wife who is shortly expecting our 16 th Baby, and therefore not very comfortable.4
We quite hoped we had fulfilled our destiny in this respect, but I have no doubt the little stranger will find a nook among ⟨the⟩ others. How children ⟨do⟩ grow— My eldest ⟨is⟩ just expecting her 3d child—5 My eldest Boy has just taken his degree at Oxford.6
It is awful to reflect upon— What old fellows we get. I do not imagine I shall leave home till the spring, when I shall probably be in or about London—& if you and Mrs Darwin can have me for a night, I will try ⟨on⟩ce more see you.
With our Kindest regards | ⟨My⟩ dear Darwin | ⟨Your⟩ affec Friend & Cousin | W. D. Fox.
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-4683,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on