I am convinced that _bile_ is at the bottom of all
I have suffered, which makes it easy to know how to treat myself. You
will be glad to hear thus much of me, I am sure. We have just had a
few days' visit from Edward, who brought us a good account of his
father, and the very circumstance of his coming at all, of his
father's being able to spare him, is itself a good account. He grows
still, and still improves in appearance, at least in the estimation of
his aunts, who love him better and better, as they see the sweet
temper and warm affections of the boy confirmed in the young man: I
tried hard to persuade him that he must have some message for William,
{169a} but in vain. . . . This is not a time of year for
donkey-carriages, and our donkeys are necessarily having so long a run
of luxurious idleness that I suppose we shall find they have forgotten
much of their education when we use them again. We do not use two at
once however; don't imagine such excesses. . . Our own new clergyman
{169b} is expected here very soon, perhaps in time to assist Mr.
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