City Road, June 14. 1805
My Dear Mary
I send the things you mention'd as far as we can find them. but
your dark gown is at Charlotte's. Charles's Cloaths seem to be in good case. This rainy weather will
keep you at home, though I hope the rest which you and the child will now find
may be beneficial to both, whither you go out or not, I wish particularly I had
been with you in your walk, and with you when you went to sleep too. I am truly
glad to find you write with such firmness about the Boy and our mutual concerns,
as I think it argues well for your self, you will perhaps return with another
mind to your home, recover'd from that state of despondence in which you have so
long been. When you write, or when Hannah writes, tell us your adventures, your walks, and your prises
of provisions &c, and how many sweethearts you get; but that perhaps you
will keep to yourselves. Mary has still a very precarious state of health, with frequent head
aches: she is well now. Charlotte's cough troubles her in the night sometimes. Your Dad is still the same, I have
no complaint against him but his spoiling the child. Honour learns to cook
tolerably well, and I am much better than when I wrote last, I hope every thing
yet will work together for good. Love to Charles and Hannah.
Yours truly and affectionately
Rob Bloomfield