Moreton 1
Thursday evening
My dear Henry
I forgot to tell you there is a mine of books in the inner room at Stinsford 2 tho' perhaps you knew it. I am not sure whether any to your taste, tho' there are many there to mine. Tu vois que je m'occupe de toi. 3 You both looked very winterish as we parted from you, winding your way along that dreary heath fit haunt for the Witches in Macbeth. This is the most chearful house I have been in since I returned to England, they somehow contrive by dint of animal spirits to exclude the gloom of the climate which penetrates into our Constitutions & is edacious 4of all our pleasures
Adio carissimo 5 If you have nothing else to do you may as well write to Mr M.
William Henry Fox Talbot Esqr
Lady Susan O'Brien's
Stinsford
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