My Brother’s Kindness

Abstract

Though you have ever been uppermost in my thoughts, yet it has not been in my power to write since the few lines I sent from Margate. I hope this will find you, in some degree, recovered from the shock you must have experienced from the late melancholy event. I trust to your own piety and the tenderness of your worthy husband,¹ for procuring you such a degree of calmness of mind as may secure your health from injury. In the midst of what I have suffered I have been thankful that you did not share a scene of distress which you could not have relieved. I have supported myself, but I am sure, had we been together, we should have suffered more.

Betsy Sheridan’s Journal: Letters from Sheridan’s Sister 1784–1786 and 1788–1790, William LeFanu (London: Eyre and Spottiswoode, 1960) pp. 116–17. Editor’s title.