LETTER EIGHTEEN.
London,
March 25th, 1839.
My Dear Sister,
We received your last kind parcel this afternoon. We received the other two both together last Wednesday, all safe. We are glad that you are all still pretty well at Birmingham. I am about as I have been for the last month or two. Clarinda is very unwell. She went to a physician to-day, who prescribed her some medicine, which she has got from the druggist's. I trust she will soon be better. We are both, notwithstanding this, in good spirits, and much happier than we have been. The saw, I think, is a prime one. My 'Farewell' will appear in the Village Magazine for next month (Tyas, Cheapside). Hornblower works on it, and has
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