MS Mrs Katherine Wykes-Sneyd
My dear Henrietta
You have indeed had much sorrow during these two years, and you must be feeling it deeply, a kind aunt is such a treasure in ones life.1 It has been a strange year of death – the same post brought me tidings of the death of a little godson of mine who had long been hovering between life and death from the remains of scarlet fever, – his little sister two years younger previously died. She was about six years old, and was born after her father’s death. I don’t know whether you knew them, the Bogues of Tenbury.
I wonder what piece you are transcribing of Marco Visconti, it is a very interesting but a very melancholy book.2 I hear of many promising things for this Barnacle.
I am not sure of the Fursdon post town so I must send this to Dawlish.
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