September 21st,
Quarter past Ten o’Clock.
MY DEAR EMMA,
I wish you would send the letter to
Mrs. Dod’s, directly; for, otherwise, he may,
inadvertently.
If done, and it comes to London, deliver
some of the things. The wardrobe is her’s;
and if any of her clothes are at Mr. Dod’s, they
had better be separated from mine and, indeed,
what things are worth removing to have
them directly sent to Merton. A bed, or two, I
believe, belong to my father; but, am not sure.
I send you Dr. Baird’s comfortable
note, this moment received.
You will [find] Parker is treated
like an infant. Poor fellow! I trust, he
will get well, and take possession of his room at the
farm.
Ever your affectionate,
NELSON & BRONTE.