Lacock
31st Decr 1844
My Dear Mother
Constance 1 wrote you a line the same evening I came home, & I hope you received it.
I had not an unpleasant journey, but on the contrary very comfortable, & got home in less than seven hours, notwithstanding a delay caused by running against a cart somewhere near Trowbridge for it was a pitch dark night and no moon,
If Emily Murray 2 reads my Genesis, 3 I am afraid she will think me as speculative as her brother Edward 4 –
Your affte
Henry
The tulips Horatia 5 brought from London are making a grand show in the library window; the heath by their side is eclipsed.
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