107. Robert Bloomfield to Elizabeth Glover, 1 May 1803* 

May 1st 1803

My Dear Mother

I promised myself the pleasure of agreeing on some certain income on which you might depend, and have long thought of remitting to you what I receive from the Duke of Grafton yearly. Seven shillings per week would buy you meat and other nourishment which your age and situation require but, I know not yet the fate of a poem which is now in the hands of my friends, [1]  and consequently know not the true extent of my means. I shall know soon; and must certainly soon know what my employment is worth and whether I relinquish it or no. Untill I can ascertain these particulars I send you somthing for immediate use. Dont fret about the Doctors Bill, that cannot ruin us. I should like to see you if I could come in disguise, and if you should find yourself worse or dangerously ill I certainly will in spite of the Law and all its champions. It gives me great pleasure to learn that you are somthing better: Remember us to my Father, and Isaac and family. My boy is much the same.

Your Affectionate Son

Rob Bloomfield