Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline HerschelHerschel, John, Mrs.
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Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline Herschel
Herschel, John, Mrs.
Herschel, Caroline Lucretia, 1750-1848
music did not _only_ occupy his thoughts, but that timber for the
erection of the thirty-foot telescope of which the casting of the mirror
was pretty far advanced was thought of.
But now I must say a few words to your dear mother, but I wish soon to
hear that you have received this, and also a letter I sent from here on
the 14th January. I hope it is not lost.
I am not very well pleased with my English, but have no time to write
what I have to say over again, but this I hope you will be able to
understand—that
I am
Ever your most affectionate aunt,
CAR. HERSCHEL.
FROM MISS HERSCHEL TO LADY HERSCHEL.
HANOVER, _March 8, 1825_.
MY DEAR LADY HERSCHEL,—
I received your letter of the 4th December, and it relieved me of much
anxiety I felt from a fear that the subject of my long letter of
November 8th might have injured me in your or my nephew’s opinion, and I
had nothing to console me in this uncertainty, but a line from Mr.
Goltermann that he had seen you in good health and received £50 from
you, which I received the 22nd November here at Hanover, and sent my
thanks and the usual receipt the next day. But still I remained in
uncertainty, till by a letter from Miss B. of 15th December, you kindly
sent me your thanks for the very letters which caused me such fears.
But it grieves me you should yourself take the trouble of writing to me;
the least kind expression from you dictated to Miss B. is sufficient to
make me happy for many days after. I hope she will not be taken from you
again for a long time, for she is the most cheerful companion in health
and consoling one in sickness you could have about you.
I was sorry to hear by a letter from Mr. H. Griesbach to my brother that
you had had another attack of the gout, but God grant I may hear soon it
may have been of short duration. Daily we come to hear of the departure
of a friend or some one we know, but at our time of life it cannot be
otherwise, for many of those we knew were older than ourselves, and it
is painful to see when we at last are left to stand (or lie) alone,
which is often the case with a single person; for no attention can equal
or be more cheering than what comes from the heart of an affectionate
child. But no more of this; if we must grieve, there is the comfort we
shall not grieve much longer.
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