Castleford
Nov. 6th. 1816.
My Dear Mamma,
Mr. Barnes desires me to send you the enclosed, 1 & to say that he shall not be angry if it is of no use. I am very anxious for the Holidays, so pray fix as early a day as possible. I am thoroughly tired of this place- and winter is making his approaches - Gordon was a great loss to us- This country is so clayey that when once the roads get wet, they are a long while in drying- This makes it wretched to ride- & besides I know all the places in the neighbourhood by heart-
Eheu! Fata negant nequid scripsisse viderer!
Nil?! En! Scripsisti scribere posse nihil–
Quatuor. Henricus - vulpes. Talbot Gulielmus
Nomina sunt. Qualis, scio, ego, quisque siem- 2
I have ta'en this Latin whim
ut scias quis ego sim; -
Nomen tibi dixi, iam
You know who & what I am. 3
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