224. Robert Bloomfield to Mary Lloyd
Baker, 16 January 1808*
Shepherd & Shepherdess
City Road. Jan. 16. 1808
Dear Madam
I had predetermined to write this afternoon to you concerning my
progress in drawing and other momentous business, but at this instant Miss Ansted is here; and from her I
learn that it may be possible to have this at Fulham in time for the pocket of Mr Baker. At all events I write
on. Mrs Grant's Second Edition [1] is now to be had, and I will, if possible, get them to night,
and by the end of the week, when Miss
Ansted has seen them, or perhaps sooner, I will make a packet, and
write again. I have accomplish'd my undertaking as to copying your drawings and
am ready to return your book as you may wish, or direct, I have thus far
fulfilld my promise as to my journal, but it is not yet a
triple affair, You will perhaps be surprize'd when I tell you that from my
memory and my notes, I have proceeded with my poetical part of the business to a
considerable extant. I am now on the point of the Sugar Loaf, with an address to
the Spirit of Burns! I have filld up
with matter highly interesting to me, about seven hundred
lines! Thus you see, that I am likely to tire you all, but I am determined to go
through with it, and because I am so determined, and because I am no forwarder,
the triple Journal cannot be had for these three months.
Yet if you would recieve a moment's pleasure in looking over the other two
articles of the trio, it shall be much at your service. If you recieve this in
time I should esteem it a great favour could you write and say if it be
agreeable to have your scetch-book returned to Stouts Hill, as I am in hopes of
seeing you again at Fulham. If I do not
hear from you I shall send it with Mrs
G.s poems next week.
I am happy to hear by Miss
Ansted that all goes well in the Valley. My little household has
nothng to complain of at present.—All well,— My Three Vollms
are in a fair way to come out next time in a uniform, small pocket size, and
from the Steriotype press; so says the Bookseller.
I am afraid this will not reach Fulham to night, so must stop short
With all love and Respects to Self and Mr B. and the Fairies.
Yours Madam truly
Rob Bloomfield
Saturday evening
5 Oclock.