TALBOT725

Redlynch ¹
7^th November 1816 ²

My Dear Henry

Henceforth direct your Letters to Sackville Street, ³ as M^r F. ⁴ goes to town this Evening, & I am doubtful how much longer I stay here, but certainly not many days. I wonder I do not hear from you, but suppose you must be hunting M. As – all over the Country. Last Night was the coldest I ever remember I could not sleep for thinking myself in Nova Zembla. ⁵ I should like to know what degree of Cold it was exactly. Every body prophesies a very hard winter. I like your Euphratic paranomasia ⁶ very much. Have Did you ever hear the Furiarum maxima juxta [sic] Accubat of Virgil ⁷ applied à une une méchante femme couchée auprès de son mari. ⁸–

We have a Bruton boy called Paul who goes every day to Wincanton for the letters, so we call him Paulo post – As he is generally after his time he might as well be called Paulo post futuras – so much for Zummerzetzhire ⁹ wit.

By the bye if it was not for the middle voice, aorists & duals & dialects Greek would be very easy, but they encumber it sadly – [illegible] ¹⁰ cloy my genius. Adieu, ¹¹ I am afraid I shall never be that happiest of human beings a Scholar.

A poor Girl here whose schooling I pay for, told me she now thanked God almighty she should be a Scholar. Adieu again

Caramente abbracciarendoti con vero amore ¹²

Sono ¹³ [illegible]
EF

I begin to be tired of this place, the paths are choked with dead leaves & Winter begins to spread his desolate domain.

Do you feel as if you required Sea air?

ans^r this matter

W. H. Fox Talbot E^r
Rev^d M^r Barne’s
Castleford
Ferrybridge