Saturday
Dear Henry
Mr Kendrick 1 is very sorry the oil of peppermint you desired, was forgot in the Medecine <sic> Chest, & he intends sending it up by me – in case you are not gone.
I think you would like Tincture of Ginger much better. Likewise I must own con vergogna 2 that the lump of Camphor was forgot – I entreat you immediately to make Nicole 3 put one into the empty vial with some water & puis c’est fait, 4 & will keep on good as you consume it, by only filling up with water. Now do this pray pour l’amour de moi 5 – we expect a letter from you tomorrow with an acct of the Horticult
Henry Fox Talbot
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