MY DEAREST WIFE,--I have just left Dr. Percy’s hospitable table to write to you, my beloved, telling you how I have been getting on. I am very well, excepting a little faceache; and very kindly treated here. They all long most earnestly for your presence, for both Mrs. and Dr. Percy are anxious you should come; and this I know, that the things we have seen would delight you, but then I doubt your powers of running about as we do; and though I know that if time were given you could enjoy them, yet to press the matter into a day or two would be a failure. Besides this, after all, there is no pleasure like the tranquil pleasures of home, and here--even here--the moment I leave the table, I wish I were with you IN QUIET. Oh! what happiness is ours! My runs into the world in this way only serve to make me esteem that happiness the more. I mean to be at home on Saturday night, but it may be late first, so do not be surprised at that; for if I can, I should like to go on an excursion to the Dudley caverns, and that would take the day.... Write to me, dearest. I shall get your letter on Saturday morning, or perhaps before. Love to father, Margery, and Jenny, and a thousand loves to yourself, dearest, From your affectionate husband, M. FARADAY. * * * * * 5, Claremont Gardens, Glasgow: Monday, August 14, 1863. DEAREST,--Here is the fortnight complete since I left you and the thoughts of my return to _our home_ crowd in strongly upon my mind. Not that we are in any way uncared for, or left by our dear friends, save as I may desire for our own retirement. Everybody has overflowed with kindness, but you know their manner, and their desire, by your own experience with me. I long to see you, dearest, and to talk over things together, and call to mind all the kindness I have received. My head is full, and my heart also, but my recollection rapidly fails, even as regards the friends that are in the room with me. You will have to resume your old function of being a pillow to my mind, and a rest, a happy-making wife. My love to my dear Mary. I expect to find you together, but do not assume to know how things may be. Jeannie’s love with mine, and also Charlotte’s, and a great many others which I cannot call to mind. Dearest, I long to see and be with you, whether together or separate. Your husband, very affectionate, M. FARADAY [Sidenote: THE WIFE AND THE QUEEN.]