344. Robert Bloomfield to Hannah Bloomfield, 17 September 1819*
Sep 17. 1819
My Dear Hannah
I am just going to Windsor to stay till Monday night, and no longer. I have letters to recieve here at that time, and must be back. Uncle Nat is much better, and begins to eat heartily. I wish I could give you as good an account of my own prospects and hopes. I am grieved to wound your feelings, but I realy doubt that myself and my poetry are out of fashion from the taste of the times. Baldwin is cold, and I have tried through Mr Park and Mr Rogers to get the poem into the hands of Murry. If he too says the same, good bye fine prospects! At all events you for one, shall not remain at Shefford whatever becomes of me. I have just seen James who desires me to tell you that he is better. He helps me to scold at the Booksellers and is one of my comforters. You may be sure that I shall write if better news start, and whatever starts I will write on Tuesday or start off home, though I do at least as much good here. I cary a bag of blue Devils to Windsor, where I hope to let them loose. Anxiety makes me sick, otherwise I am quite compos mentis, and begging you to arm your mind against the worst side of my concerns, and screw up your strong understanding to meet adversity if it should come. I am your affectionate father
I will explain more next time, make yourselves easy, I do all that I can, and that is all you can wish.
God bless you.