To reply to your kind anxiety about me, I may call myself decidedly better than I have been. Since October I I have not been out of bed--except just for an hour a day, when I am lifted to the sofa with the bare permission of my physician--who tells me that it is so much easier to make me worse than better, that he dares not permit anything like exposure or further exertion. I like him (Dr. Scully) very much, and although he evidently thinks my case in the highest degree precarious, yet knowing how much I bore last winter and understanding from him that the worst _tubercular_ symptoms have not actually appeared, I am willing to think it may be God's will to keep me here still longer. I would willingly stay, if it were only for the sake of that tender affection of my beloved family which it so deeply affects me to consider. Dearest papa is with us now--to my great comfort and joy: and looking very well!--and astonishing everybody with his eternal youthfulness! Bro and Henrietta and Arabel besides, I can count as companions--and then there is dear Bummy! We are fixed at Torquay for the winter--that is, until the end of May: and after that, if I have any will or power and am alive to exercise either, I do trust and hope to go away. The death of my kind friend Dr. Bury was, as you suppose, a great grief and shock to me. How could it be otherwise, after his daily kindness to me for a year? And then his young wife and child--and the rapidity (a three weeks' illness) with which he was hurried away from the energies and toils and honors of professional life to the stillness of _that_ death! '_God's Will_' is the only answer to the mystery of the world's afflictions.... Don't fancy me worse than I am--or that this bed-keeping is the result of a gradual sinking. It is not so. A feverish attack prostrated me on October 2--and such will leave their effects--and Dr. Scully is so afraid of leading me into danger by saying, 'You may get up and dress as usual' that you should not be surprised if (in virtue of being the senior Torquay physician and correspondingly prudent) he left me in this durance vile for a great part of the winter. I am decidedly better than I was a month ago, really and truly. May God bless you, dearest Mrs. Martin! My best and kindest regards to Mr. Martin. Henrietta desires me to promise for her a letter to Colwall soon; but I think that one from Colwall should come first. May God bless you! Bro's fancy just now is painting in water colours and he performs many sketches. Do you ever in your dreams of universal benevolence dream of travelling into Devonshire? Love your affectionate BA, --found guilty of egotism and stupidity 'by this sign' and at once! _To H.S. Boyd_ 1 Beacon Terrace, Torquay: Wednesday, November 27, 1839.