WCP3337

[1]¹

To/Care of NW[?].E. Ellmore

40 Warwick Lane

London E C

8th Aug[ust] 1913

For D^r. Alfred Russell Wallace,

Dear Sir,

Several months ago, I wrote to you re — a great trouble that befell me, through a young brother's wicked wife — & of my unjust incarceration in two Lunatic Asylums, for 16 months — without any investigation of my case. At last I have [2] opened the whole matter up at the Royal Courts of Justice — & I have "sworn in" those who wronged me. My brother has died of the worry & remorse — at listening to his false wife. Unfortunately D^r. Larher[?] [2 words illeg.] me to a "Justice Society" which turned out to be a fraud — & he has died partly of the worry. I was with him the two Sat[urday]: aft[ernoon]s: before his death. And the High Court has allowed me to place the Lawyer of that false "Socialist" Society [3] before "The Law Society" — as he would not give up my papers, when I found out their fraud, having been [1 word illeg.] that — I now place him in the High Court — with the others. I am thankful to tell you, that the Representations of the Attorney General [2 words illeg.] me long after to [1 word illeg.] up things to them[?].

I brought up your Book & its God-fearing "Amendments" & I may tell you, that the head [1 word illeg.] in the [1 word illeg.] Department told me, that [4] a new Aet[?] is passed — & will be in force from the [2 words illeg.] — true gentleman is appointed to sit at the Royal Courts to hear cases of larcency[?] — sift — & [1 word illeg.] straight through to the Judge without any of these formalities of lawyers & counsel &c. — which ruin the sufferer still further, before a Chance of the truth can be found out. So. I have not plodded on with my "Amendments", uselessly — thank God — & when the Courts open — in Oct[ober]. I hope [5] to have my proper dowrys[sic]. I insist on them — as an Englishwoman — wronged all the way along, by the bad administration of Law, which I have shewn[?] up. "Public apology a State redress" I can lawfully noe demand.

May I ask your acceptance of the enclosed little piece of my own "Thanksgiving" Music, [1 word illeg.] Miss Murray gave me the words. I have indeed to thank God & my merciful deliverance, from "the horrible pit, & miry clay." [6] I desire to ask you if you would be so gracious as to give me your autograph — in a tiny little book for names I have.

I am just waiting its return to me from my Cousin (Mr Theodore Aylward, organist of Llandaff Cathedral) & then I will pack it.

Trusting I do not weary you, Dear Sir, by so long a epistle — but [7] feeling sure you would be glad to hear the good legal news for [3 words illeg.] — & with great appreciation of your helpful Board[?] — praying God may spare you &c. — & longer survive on Earth — ere you enter into the "joy untold" awaiting those who love God.

Believe me | Dear Sir | Yours faithfully | N. C. Arsdale [signature]