Bexley, Lady

Hannah More to Marianne Sykes Thornton, November or December 1809

It is a good exercise for those who are apt to pine over petty evils to turn their eyes to the Bathursts,3 the Aucklands,4 and above all to poor 5 His is surely the consummation of human misery when there is no glimpse of comfort but in the dismal hope that his son was mad. I am distressed about writing to Mrs. N. Vansittart. Since we met in Devonshire a few letters have passed between us. I owe her [deletion] /one/ now, but know not how to write after this calamity which differs from mere death – then one knows what one has to do.6