Letter from Warren Hastings, London, to Mrs. Woodman, 1813 February 2 : autograph manuscript signed | WorldCat.org
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Louise Woodman was the niece of Marian Hastings, the daughter of Baron Chapuset, brother of Mrs. Hastings. Rev. Woodman was the Vicar at Brackley Written from Portugal Street Address panel with postmark to "Mrs. Woodman / Brackley / Northamptonshire." Removed from an extra-illustrated copy of Alexis Brialmont, History of the life of Arthur, duke of Wellington (London: Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans, & Roberts, 1858-1860); PML 7901-7916, vol. I The letter begins with a note written by Mrs. Hastings; apologizing for her silence in not writing but explaining that Mr. Hastings has been "...indisposed and I thank God he is better and you will all rejoice to hear that his illness has fixed itself in the shape of Gout in the great Toe - He shall speak for himself;" Warren Hastings continues the letter in his hand and which he signs; saying he is much better but adding that Mrs. Hastings' true reason for not writing earlier was "...a violent rheumatic affection in her left arm, and other shifting complaints. That she cured by the application of three leeches, her own prescription; & she is now (thank God) well; but I will not promise that she will be so when you receive this letter, her transitions from one state to its opposite are so rapid. Indeed no house in this town has not some patient in it. I suppose, it is from the universal prevalence that they have given the name of affection to disease, as I have done above - But I lose time, and it is near five - We are not invited to the P.R's fête : and it is said that there are to be three more - Your dear aunt - God bless her - sent you a hare about ten days ago from town & various things from the country. She desires that you will let her know what things you receive, that she may be satisfied that they have not miscarried - We have received a letter form Charles, who desired to be affectionately remembered to you. They were both well. Be you well, my Louise, and do not go to more balls until next April."