castle square, tuesday (january 24).

my dear cassandra,—i will give you the indulgence of a letter on thursday this week, instead of friday, but i do not require you to write again before sunday, provided i may believe you and your finger going on quite well. take care of your precious self; do not work too hard. remember that aunt cassandras are quite as scarce as miss beverleys.[11]

i had the happiness yesterday of a letter from charles, but i shall say as little about it as possible, because i know that excruciating henry will have had a letter likewise, to make all my intelligence valueless. it was written at bermuda on the 7th and 10th of december. all well, and fanny still only in expectation of being otherwise. he had taken a small prize in his late cruise,—a french schooner, laden with sugar; but bad weather parted them, and she had not yet been heard of. his cruise ended december 1st. my september letter was the latest he had received.

this day three weeks you are to be in london, and i wish you better weather; not but that you may have worse, for we have now nothing but[146] ceaseless snow or rain and insufferable dirt to complain of; no tempestuous winds nor severity of cold. since i wrote last we have had something of each, but it is not genteel to rip up old grievances.

you used me scandalously by not mentioning edward cooper's sermons. i tell you everything, and it is unknown the mysteries you conceal from me; and, to add to the rest, you persevere in giving a final "e" to "invalid," thereby putting it out of one's power to suppose mrs. e. leigh, even for a moment, a veteran soldier. she, good woman, is, i hope, destined for some further placid enjoyment of her own excellence in this world, for her recovery advances exceedingly well.

i had this pleasant news in a letter from bookham last thursday; but as the letter was from mary instead of her mother, you will guess her account was not equally good from home. mrs. cooke had been confined to her bed some days by illness, but was then better, and mary wrote in confidence of her continuing to mend. i have desired to hear again soon.

you rejoice me by what you say of fanny.[12] i hope she will not turn good-for-nothing this ever so long. we thought of and talked of her yesterday with sincere affection, and wished her a long enjoyment of all the happiness to which she seems[147] born. while she gives happiness to those about her she is pretty sure of her own share.

i am gratified by her having pleasure in what i write, but i wish the knowledge of my being exposed to her discerning criticism may not hurt my style, by inducing too great a solicitude. i begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than i did, and am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration, or a metaphor in every corner of the room. could my ideas flow as fast as the rain in the store-closet, it would be charming.

we have been in two or three dreadful states within the last week, from the melting of the snow, etc., and the contest between us and the closet has now ended in our defeat. i have been obliged to move almost everything out of it, and leave it to splash itself as it likes.

you have by no means raised my curiosity after caleb. my disinclination for it before was affected, but now it is real. i do not like the evangelicals. of course i shall be delighted when i read it, like other people; but till i do i dislike it.

i am sorry my verses did not bring any return from edward. i was in hopes they might, but i suppose he does not rate them high enough. it might be partiality, but they seemed to me purely classical,—just like homer and virgil, ovid and propria que maribus.

i had a nice brotherly letter from frank the[148] other day, which, after an interval of nearly three weeks, was very welcome. no orders were come on friday, and none were come yesterday, or we should have heard to-day. i had supposed miss c. would share her cousin's room here, but a message in this letter proves the contrary. i will make the garret as comfortable as i can, but the possibilities of that apartment are not great.

my mother has been talking to eliza about our future home, and she, making no difficulty at all of the sweetheart, is perfectly disposed to continue with us, but till she has written home for mother's approbation cannot quite decide. mother does not like to have her so far off. at chawton she will be nine or ten miles nearer, which i hope will have its due influence.

as for sally, she means to play john binns with us, in her anxiety to belong to our household again. hitherto she appears a very good servant.

you depend upon finding all your plants dead, i hope. they look very ill, i understand.

your silence on the subject of our ball makes me suppose your curiosity too great for words. we were very well entertained, and could have stayed longer but for the arrival of my list shoes to convey me home, and i did not like to keep them waiting in the cold. the room was tolerably full, and the ball opened by miss glyn. the miss lances had partners, captain dauvergne's friend[149] appeared in regimentals, caroline maitland had an officer to flirt with, and mr. john harrison was deputed by captain smith, being himself absent, to ask me to dance. everything went well, you see, especially after we had tucked mrs. lance's neckerchief in behind and fastened it with a pin.

we had a very full and agreeable account of mr. hammond's ball from anna last night; the same fluent pen has sent similar information, i know, into kent. she seems to have been as happy as one could wish her, and the complacency of her mamma in doing the honors of the evening must have made her pleasure almost as great. the grandeur of the meeting was beyond my hopes. i should like to have seen anna's looks and performance, but that sad cropped head must have injured the former.

martha pleases herself with believing that if i had kept her counsel you would never have heard of dr. m.'s late behavior, as if the very slight manner in which i mentioned it could have been all on which you found your judgment. i do not endeavor to undeceive her, because i wish her happy, at all events, and know how highly she prizes happiness of any kind. she is, moreover, so full of kindness for us both, and sends you in particular so many good wishes about your finger, that i am willing to overlook a venial fault, and as dr. m. is a clergyman, their attachment, however[150] immoral, has a decorous air. adieu, sweet you. this is grievous news from spain. it is well that dr. moore was spared the knowledge of such a son's death.

yours affectionately, j. austen.

anna's hand gets better and better; it begins to be too good for any consequence.

we send best love to dear little lizzy and marianne in particular.

the portsmouth paper gave a melancholy history of a poor mad woman, escaped from confinement, who said her husband and daughter, of the name of payne, lived at ashford, in kent. do you own them?

miss austen, edward austen's, esq.,

godmersham park, faversham, kent.