2751. Robert Southey to Henry Herbert Southey, 8 April 1816⁠* 

My dear Harry

Last night I wrote to Bedford in hope – all hope is now gone, except that as the nature of the disease is not understood a change is perhaps possible. [1]  Scambler [2]  thought the liver was the seat. Edmondson apprehends carditis. Blisters have been applied without effect, & copious motions produced, – one such to day as would have revived my heart had not the other symptoms all been aggravated. It is a sore affliction, – the heaviest that ever has befallen me, but I am resigned & in my habitual feelings respecting death & immortality I have a consolation beyond what words can express. Edith displays great fortitude. God bless you & give you the same support if you should ever be visited with the same sorrow.

RS.

Monday 8 April.