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
I have hitherto not been able to overcome a dislike to going abroad, and
what little I have seen of Hanover (in my way to the families of my two
nieces and Mrs. Beckedorff, who live all close by) I do not like! And
though some streets have been enlarged (as I am told), they appear to me
much less than I left them fifty years ago. But a total seclusion from
society will not do for a continuance, for I will not be ungrateful, I
must call on the Delmerings, &c.,—who have been here. Mrs. D. is grown
quite fat and very handsome, her daughter is a head taller and a very
pretty young woman; the eldest son is already in the service with the
Erz Herzog of Strelitz, and there has been no increase in the family
since they left England. Mrs. D. made many inquiries after you and my
nephew’s health, and gratefully remembers the kindly treatment she
received at all times from you.
_Nov. 18th._—Mrs. Beckedorff and Miss B. and myself have been laid up
with severe colds, and I am still unable to go into company, but Mrs. B.
sent Dr. Mühry to make her excuse for not returning my visit. The first
time I went to them, Mrs. B. made all her ten grandchildren stand up
before me according to their ages, and a fine healthy family it is. But
all the little folks I am introduced to are disappointed at finding me
to be only a _little_ old woman; which I suppose must be owing to having
been told the _Great_ Aunt Caroline from England was coming.
From the family of my eldest niece I have seen nothing as yet, and
probably shall not before next summer, as her affairs must remain for
some time in an unsettled state. I did not know till we were within
sight of Hanover how greatly I was obliged to my brother for coming to
fetch me, for I find he was but barely recovered from a serious illness
when he left home, which had been occasioned by travelling to and fro to
his daughter, who was in need of the support of both her parents on
losing her husband after a few days’ illness; in the same week she had
given birth to a son, and was made a widow with nine children in her
38th year. But, happily, she is blessed with an uncommon share of
understanding and fortitude, besides the means of seeing them well
educated and improving their fortunes.
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