Mary Buckland to Faraday July 1849

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

At Islip.

Please cite as “Faraday2204a,” in Ɛpsilon: The Michael Faraday Collection accessed on 5 June 2025, https://epsilon.ac.uk/view/faraday/letters/Faraday2204a