My dear Mr. Darwin
I write for Joseph, as I am sorry to tell you he is quite unable to do so himself— he imprudently slept on the floor beneath an open window one evening, & brought on a sharp attack of rheumatic fever— he has now been confined to his bed for a week, & we hope the worst is past— he has suffered terribly, but is easier now, though even yet scarcely able to turn in bed without assistance
Sir Wm. was taken ill early on the Wedy. morning, in the throat, a disease which is epidemic in Kew—2 (Lady H.3 Joe & I have all had it) he became rapidly worse— Lady H. was at Yarmouth,4 but joined him on Thursday, & the accounts seemed better until Saty. afternoon, when he rapidly sank— Poor Joseph was so prostrated by rheumatism as to be utterly unable to be with him the last day, & of course could not attend the funeral yesterday—5 He desires his love to Etty, & thanks for her letter, which he received the first day of his illness—6
Believe me | Yours affectly. | F H Hooker
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-4883,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on