The Cotman Collection | 31

The Cotman Letters 1838-1864

Archive: SDK Sydney Decimus Kitson Archive
Reference Number: SDK/1/3/1/5
Page: 31


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    Letter of John Sell Cotman to Walter F. Cotman, 7 April 1838

    Letter to Walter F. Cotman

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    To Walter F Cotman 31
    April 7. 1838. 42 Hunter St.
    Brunswick Square

    My dear Boy,
    It is so long since you have heard from any of us that I
    think, whatever you may think, we have behaved most cruel
    to you. I, for my part, have endeavoured several times to sit down
    to write to you, but have have always been too fatigued to do so, from excess
    of work. This, you must know, is good news to you, for I am never
    so happy as when so engaged. I shall begin this & leave the others to
    finish it. If I do not this ? for I will not delay another post,
    that's to say, Monday's post. For I will give them the opportunity of the
    Sunday to finish this, & I hope it will be crossed & found to be
    worth the postage.
    Yesterday I came home from a long walk, on business, and more
    fatigued I scarcely even felt myself, and I could not put pen to paper,
    so thoroughly knocked up was I. Now for a long history of myself.
    My intemperance of sitting up three & sometimes four nights
    per week, as you will know I did for years, brought on a cold fit
    and it lasted about sixteen months. I felt utterly cased in ice,
    which nothing ever removed. My Doctor advised exercise. This
    only, most extraordinairly, produced a sensation of greater cold.
    So much so that I was always glad to get home again
    and to get a little warm by artificial means, such as roasting
    myself; and only in such a situation could I thaw myself.
    In short I considered myself booked & directed for another world.
    But, no, I now hope not just yet, for I have taken a fresh lease, &
    don't intend to quit until it is fully expired. I attribute my recovery
    entirely to a pint of milk-ocult, which I have now taken for
    about sixteen nights. The very first morning after having done so,.
    I think most assuredly John saw very clearly how very ill I was &
    feeble. I hated all fatigues, all sights of drawings & pictures, and,
    in short, life was a perfect burden to me. The love of all these
    have now returned ^ again with my health, and both Miles & Jane now
    hard at work, he never working better, & I not the worse.
    This, on my part, has only been about sixteen days. Miles & I