My Dearest Wife,
I was glad to have your post card this afternoon to tell me of your safe arrival and I shall look for a letter to-morrow morning, meanwhile I will write you a little this evening.
A letter from Charlotte to-day gave me the not unexpected intelligence of the death of our good old friend, Miss Hougham, of which you will probably have heard by this time. Poor old soul! It is well for her (and, for those who know her worth to feel) had they rests from the labours of a well lived life. Fancy her bequeathing to little Jack a legacy of £50 but he was always quite her boy. I think it so like her old self to have thus remembered us in remembering him and the £100 to Charlotte will I am sure be well bestowed.
I am glad to find you were able to get to the Leonards and see old friends – even Selina – I can imagine you liked the old ruin of Pevensey. What do you think of my taking Jack, May and Arthur to the circus this afternoon, the little man rather enjoyed it, he informed me gravely that one of the clowns “was s-aying funny things” and afterwards he enquired, apropos of nothing, what I thought Mama, Kitty & Ethel were then doing. I am quite well again now and able to enjoy my meals better. Your medicine I ordered to be sent on to-day. We are busy at the brewery this hot weather and I seem still to have more than enough to do. How does Fanny think you are now, ask her and give me the reply. My love to them all and with very much to yourself my dear little wife. I am ever
your loving Husband