Mary Buckland to Faraday   July 1849

The roses are now blooming, and the strawberries ripening. Our small garden1 is exquisitely rich in perfume.

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At Islip.

Please cite as “Faraday2204a,” in Ɛpsilon: The Michael Faraday Collection accessed on 28 April 2024, https://epsilon.ac.uk/view/faraday/letters/Faraday2204a