I have been very unwell myself ever since my last letter was written. My cold which was then perhaps as bad as you can suppose cold to be, got into the chest & I have had cough & fever ever since. Both are abating now, & last night I slept, which I had not done for several nights, because I could not breathe thro my nostrils. I shall be very glad to return to meat & wine, for I feel myself without them as weak as De Wiggle – & am grown thinner that De Higgle.

However I am recovering & promised change of weather (for the glass is falling rapidly) will be of use to me, & the attack has not been such as to leave any uneasiness behind it. Only that in future I must try every means to cut these annual catarrhs short when they make their appearance.