291. Robert Bloomfield to Hannah
                        Bloomfield, 2–3 July 1814* 
Shefford. July 2d 1814
My dear Girl
 You will be anxious to hear from me, but when I have told you
                    what the whole City of Shefford has
                    been doing, you will excuse my long silence. Your last announced the safe arival
                    of your Mother, and that you
                    was going to Mrs Hodge on Monday &c, At that time a feast and
                    illumination was talkd of, to take place here on Wednesday, but I could not have
                    imagined that this little place could have exhibited any thing worth seeing or
                    worth your coming home for. And besides had I written for that purpose it would
                    have spoild your own plans in Town, and perhaps been impossible to accomplish.
                    Without further preamble let me proceed to give you a slight scetch of our late
                    uproar and mirth.
 Sunday Afternoon, ye 3.d of July
 You will see by the above that I began to write to you yesterday
                    and this morning I had your letter complaining as you well might, of my long
                    silence. I am very glad you have seen Vauxhall, as it will serve you instead of seeing our Vauxhall, which I would go on to describe, but that Miss Weston
                    and their party are just taken Boats mad, and want me to go with them to Chicksands, and here am I tied by the
                    leg with three younkers—So stop a moment—There, now go on.—I have evaded all
                    invitations, and shall walk with my companions after tea.—
 —The principal inhabitants of this Town and environs form'd
                    themselves into a Committee to conduct the proposed festivities, and accordingly arranged
                    everything in respect to situation, numbers, and quality of those who were to
                    partake the Dinner. The Old Bellman was at work every hour proclaiming 1st that all the Inhabitants were expected to ornament their
                    houses by 8 in the morning with green boughs, 2d All who had
                    tickets to partake of the feast, to bring with them, plate, knife &
                    fork, and mug 3d, No Guns or fireworks to be allowd, (an
                    excelent thought), 4th, All persons expected to illuminate their houses in the
                    evening &c &c &c—The whole intermediate time was employd
                    by every body, as it were by instinct, in all kinds of preparations. On Tuesday
                    evening boughs of Oak became general, but on Wednesday morning, early rising had
                    brought into the town many Waggon loads of large limbs of Oak reaching to the
                        2d floors, Carts Loaded with Laurel, and Garden flowers
                    from Southill and Chicksand of the
                    finest kinds, that it appeard a shame to pluck them, every boy and girl in the
                    Town employd in gathering Wild broom, Roses, popies, and blue cornflowers, and
                    working them into wreaths, till every door and window in the place was
                    decorated, and appear'd to say 'Rejoice!' The Street from Weston's to Inskip's was a perfect grove
                    interspersed with White flags of all sizes and shapes, and 'flowers of all
                    hues.'—At 2 in the afternoon peace was proclaim'd in form by a large party
                    (between thirty and forty) of the Townsmen on horseback with white favours, (for
                    we all mounted the cockade) preceeded by a Herald on a White Horse—The forman
                    drest in a fine Jacket, very large military hat trim'd with silver, and bearing
                    in his hand a roll of paper by way of Trunchion. This worthy was no other than
                        Mr Weston who read the
                    proclamation at all corners follow'd by his troop, and a band of musick.—I was
                    this moment, going to the Devel—but Cordell's hour is
                    come-and I will infalably conclude this memorandon of a
                    really pretty show by tomorrow's post.—
 God Bless you, And all friends.—
Rob Bloomfield