|Recipient Location||Harrington Hall, near Spilsby, Lincolnshire|
|Transcript or Index||Sunday Evening. July 18 1824.|
My Dearest Love
I am very, very tired but find I must write a few lines to night, to secure the only chance of getting the enclosed letters to town in time to be franked tomorrow, since they must either go under the charge of Capt’n King, or be in the Post before 8 in the morning. They are both from Mr Garry, as I perceived on opening them, but have read neither; as the first appeared to be private, & I thought he might not have meant it for my eye, & the 2d which came by the post today seemed to be on business of which I knew nothing. I should not h[ave] broken the seal <but sent them at once on their errand> but from their coming here thought [they] might be of local and immediate matters <which I might be required to act in> for I did not suppose anyone had reason to believe you at Greenwich or had your address. I have heard nothing from town since you went. I am rather surprised that your family did not write, as your going immediately might not have been practicable and indeed had the letter been one day later, it might not have reached your hands for a week. Under any circumstances they must think I should be anxious to hear. I trust their silence has been from no fresh source of sorrow and that you will be able to tell me that Isabella and all are as well as could be hoped, though in truth I think it is often best when the first shock is in some measure yielded to, and those who rouse themselves to bear up bravely in the beginning often pay dearly for it. Give my love to all whom you see, I shall be very uneasy till I hear from you – I am better but do not think my progress is quite so rapid as on my arrival. Our little darling thrives apace.
I retain my intention of going to town on Wednesday if nothing occurs, & shall write to you again by Tuesday’ post. We have ridden out every day when weather allowed & I have paid some of my visits. Wednesday’s storm did great damage to the North of London, round this place & as far as Hastings. All here beg their love, sister in particular,
ever yours most affectionately
Eleanor Anne Franklin.
Take care of yourself & write when you can.
You talked of leaving some orders with John about letters, but did not say in your note whether you had done so, or what I was to do.
Captain Franklin R.N.