Your kind letter came safe to hand, and was very welcome. It finds my head so confused that whether I shall spell or write my words rightly I really cannot tell. I knew not until I made up my mind to rest, how much I wanted it; and should think that I was more feeble now than when I left London, did I not know from old experience that I have first to sink to a natural state before I can naturally and healthily rise from it. I expect, however, that I shall obtain what I want, though not perhaps as soon as I desire. If, therefore, I should feel that a week longer here would complete the good I want, I think I may stop.
BENCE JONES, Henry (1870a): The Life and Letters of Faraday, 1st edition, 2 volumes, London.
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