{London,] 8 July 1857

Dear Frederic,

My wife has at last been brought to bed. The cuip, however, not
being viable, died immediately. In itself, this was no disaster. Yet
partly because of the circumstances immediately attendant on it,
which have branded themselves on my mind, and partly because
of the circumstances responsible for this result, it is agonizing to
look back upon. Nor is it possible to go into such matters in a
letter.

Salut. Give my regards to Lupus and pass on the news to him.

Your
K. M.