Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline Herschel

Name: Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline Herschel
Author: Herschel, John, Mrs.

Herschel, John, Mrs.

Herschel, Caroline Lucretia, 1750-1848

The gentleman here, a Mr. Schwabe, to whom it was destined, looks with
eager curiosity on the discoveries Mr. Herschel will make in the new
regions of heaven he is now examining, and if she would be inclined,
after receiving any interesting news, to make communication of it, it
would always be accepted with the best thanks of

                                                     FREDRICA,
                                               Duchess of Anhalt Dessau.

MISS CAROLINE HERSCHEL.


                MISS HERSCHEL TO SIR J. F. W. HERSCHEL.

                                                       _Sept. 11, 1834._

MY DEAREST NEPHEW,—

Your welcome letter of June 6 I received on the 19th August ... and I
know not how to thank you sufficiently for the cheering account you give
of the climate agreeing so well with you and all who are so dear to me,
and that you find all about you so agreeable and comfortable, ... so
that I have nothing left to wish for but a continuation of the same, and
that I may only live to see the handwriting of your dear Caroline,
though I have my doubts about lasting till then, for the thermometer
standing 80° and 90° for upwards of two months, day and night, in my
rooms (to which I am mostly confined) has made great havoc in my brittle
constitution. I beg you will look to it that she learns to make her
figures as you will find them in your father’s MSS., such as he taught
me to make. The daughter of a mathematician must write plain figures.

My little grand-nephew making alliance with your workmen shews that he
is taking after his papa. I see you now in idea (memory?) running about
in petticoats among your father’s carpenters, working with little tools
of your own, and John Wiltshire (one of Pitt’s men, whom you may perhaps
remember), crying out, “Dang the boy, if he can’t drive in a nail as
well as I can!” but pray take care that he does not come to harm, and in
your next tell me something of our little Isabella, too.

[Sidenote: 1834. _A Hole in the Sky._]

I thank you for the astronomical portion of your letter, and for your
promise of future accounts of uncommon objects. It is not _clusters of
stars_ I want you to discover in the body of the Scorpion (or
thereabout), for that does not answer my expectation, remembering having
once heard your father, after a long awful silence, exclaim, “Hier ist
wahrhaftig ein Loch im Himmel!”[47] and, as I said before, stopping
afterwards at the same spot, but leaving it unsatisfied, &c....

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Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline Herschel

Herschel, John, Mrs.

Herschel, Caroline Lucretia, 1750-1848

The gentleman here, a Mr. Schwabe, to whom it was destined, looks with
eager curiosity on the discoveries Mr. Herschel will make in the new
regions of heaven he is now examining, and if she would be inclined,
after receiving any interesting news, to make communication of it, it
would always be accepted with the best thanks of

                                                     FREDRICA,
                                               Duchess of Anhalt Dessau.

MISS CAROLINE HERSCHEL.


                MISS HERSCHEL TO SIR J. F. W. HERSCHEL.

                                                       _Sept. 11, 1834._

MY DEAREST NEPHEW,—

Your welcome letter of June 6 I received on the 19th August ... and I
know not how to thank you sufficiently for the cheering account you give
of the climate agreeing so well with you and all who are so dear to me,
and that you find all about you so agreeable and comfortable, ... so
that I have nothing left to wish for but a continuation of the same, and
that I may only live to see the handwriting of your dear Caroline,
though I have my doubts about lasting till then, for the thermometer
standing 80° and 90° for upwards of two months, day and night, in my
rooms (to which I am mostly confined) has made great havoc in my brittle
constitution. I beg you will look to it that she learns to make her
figures as you will find them in your father’s MSS., such as he taught
me to make. The daughter of a mathematician must write plain figures.

My little grand-nephew making alliance with your workmen shews that he
is taking after his papa. I see you now in idea (memory?) running about
in petticoats among your father’s carpenters, working with little tools
of your own, and John Wiltshire (one of Pitt’s men, whom you may perhaps
remember), crying out, “Dang the boy, if he can’t drive in a nail as
well as I can!” but pray take care that he does not come to harm, and in
your next tell me something of our little Isabella, too.

[Sidenote: 1834. _A Hole in the Sky._]

I thank you for the astronomical portion of your letter, and for your
promise of future accounts of uncommon objects. It is not _clusters of
stars_ I want you to discover in the body of the Scorpion (or
thereabout), for that does not answer my expectation, remembering having
once heard your father, after a long awful silence, exclaim, “Hier ist
wahrhaftig ein Loch im Himmel!”[47] and, as I said before, stopping
afterwards at the same spot, but leaving it unsatisfied, &c....

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Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline Herschel

Memoir and Correspondence of Caroline Herschel

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