October 7.—
I am disapointed in my
hopes of seeing my dear mother in town
this winter. Her apartment was ready for
her, and I delighted myself with the
thoughts of seeing her in possession of it, at
least for a few months; but she writes me
word that her old rheumatic complaint is
returned on her with such violence, that
she cannot think of undertaking the journey.
Sadly am I grieved at this news,
and shall long to have the winter over,
that Mr. Arnold and I may fly to Sidney
Castle; he has promised me this satisfaction
early in the summer.
My mother informs me that Miss Burchell
constantly corresponds with her:
she tells her that her aunt is come to
town to solicit for her pension, but that
she never sees her; and as she means to
drop all correspondence with her, she does
not intend even to let her know where she
lodges. I commend Miss Burchell highly
for this, as the acquaintance of such a
woman may be hurtful to her reputation.
