304. Robert Bloomfield to Hannah
                        Bloomfield, 22 November 1816* 
Shefford. Friday Nov 22. 1816
St Cecilia's Day.
 'Twas at the Royal feast for Persia won
 By Philips warlike son:'
 [1] My Dear Life—
 Cheer up! I am going to tell you all about it, and first of
                    myself. You will rejoice to hear that my Rhumatism is much abated, and that, by
                    acquiring by force a relish for reading, my November days
                    have past much better than I or you expected. I was yesterday to have dined with
                    the tennantry at Chicksands, but I am
                    tied to the fireside by an inflamation in my left ancle arising from a late
                    accidental blow on the shin by falling off my chair! You may stare, but I was
                    resting said left foot on the fender, when by an instantaneous slip I was thrown
                    completely off my balance, and struck my leg violently on the Brass top. We have
                    brought down the inflamation by vinegar and sound sopping, and all goes
                    well.
Mr Weston must have smiled at my
                    promise of sending you this on the day that I spoke of: that day was past, and I
                    am persuaded that the very day on which I was just double your age was no other
                    than Charles's birth day,
                    when you was at Winsor! You can recon it better than I.
 We did not forget your birthday, and I expect you will drink to
                    my next half century, next Tuesday week.—
 I am sadly afraid that my friends have been too sanguine in their
                    hopes of the subscription. In Suffolk I hear of no more than £120 and in Kent
                    about £20. From London not a word of intelligence, Gloucestershire Do, though by
                    a letter from Miss Sharp as far
                    back as Sep 10th, I know that they are apprised of what is
                    on foot! In Miss Sharps letter
                    she informs me as follows. 'I must beg you without delay to
                    give you the name and age of your second son and to state to
                    me distinctly and circumstancialy what your views for him are—. I mean to apply
                    to the Trustees of Lord Crew's Charities at Bamborough* in Northumberland, on
                    whom our families have peculiar claims—and it is not unlikely, (though far from
                    certain) but I may be able to procure ten pounds per ann for him for 5 years
                    either for education, or as an apprentice fee, but then I must set forth his
                    situation with some degree of precision &c' The same letter says 'If you
                    think your eldest son from
                    his infirmity of lameness stands more in need of assistance, I beg you will say
                    so, and give me the particulars of his case. It is immaterial to me which son it
                    is I apply for so long as I serve you, Indeed if for any reason you should deem
                    one of your daughters more immediately an object of interest, you may say so
                    &c' I gave the necessisary information immediately to this excellent
                    Lady, but have not heard a word since. In another letter Miss Sharp informs me that by the
                    death her Cousin Jamima Sharp of Durham, an immense
                        accession of Fortune has fallen to Mr Loyd Baker!!! (Lucky Dog)
                    have not I told you how it would be a thousand times? I will carefully keep Miss Sharps letters for you, for
                    in the same epistle it is plainly stated that she has suffered a dreadful
                    disappointment as to the understood distribution of the
                    property, and her calm and dignified manner of telling me so places her amongst
                    the highest class of Christian philosophers.
 The Bloomfield's of Bury, and the Philips's of Barton are among the Suffolk
                    subscribers.
 I did mean here to tell you a long story about the tattle of Chicksands, but if I attempt it now
                    the post will be gone, and leave you in suspence till Tuesday. I only assure you
                    that it now gives me not the least disturbance. You will
                    hear it all in due time—Last night the Honest Citizen John Peppercorn drank tea
                    and spent a great many animated words with me; it was very kind, and I like
                    it.—We are all well, and send a whole bag of Love to you, and to Mr & Miss Weston, and I am
                    half in the dark, but in the daylight of affection
 Your father,
Robt Bloomfield
*I have heard of a Lord Crew's splendid donation, but do
                        not quite understand their extent. Bamborough Castle with great estates and
                        perhaps still belongs to the Sharp family [2] 
Address: Miss Bloomfield, / Mr Weston's Draper, / Twickenham, / Middx.
Notes
*  BL Add. MS 28268, ff.
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[1]  'Twas at the Royal feast for Persia won / By Philips
                            warlike son:' Lines 1–2 of John Dryden's 'Alexander's Feast; or, the
                            Power of Music a Song in Honour of St.Cecilia's Day: 1697'.  BACK
[2]  In 1720, Lord Crewe, Bishop of Durham, left Bamborough
                            Castle, and extensive nearby properties, for charitable purposes,
                            including, by 1810, a National School in the village of Bamborough, and
                            an officer to fire a cannon from the dangerous rocks every fifteen
                            minutes in foggy weather, besides providing for the education of thirty
                            girls within the castle walls. John Sharp, Catherine's uncle, had been
                            one of the trustees of the charity until 1792.  BACK