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Envelope addressed to: Mr. John P. Ingledew

Of Newcastle upon Tyne

Care of Messrs. Pethonier & Co

Alexandria

Egypt

19 Nov/53

Postmarked: Newcastle-on-Tyne No 19 1853

Paid 21 No 1853

Alexandria DE 17 1853

Overwritten: via Southampton

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Dear John,

I have just read your letter to Wm. and feel so sorry to think you imagine us forgetful of you for I assure you we are far from that. Scarcely a day or a night passes but Pybus’ good health is proposed and drunk by each in a sip out of Father’s glass and we talk of your letters, and form conjectures as to what you are doing and if Father is not in a very good humour he tells us all that such and such a thing would not have happened if Pybus had been at home. Do not for an instant think, dear John, that you are forgotten but always when anything seems strange just fancy it will have happened through some mischance or other. I cannot imagine how all our letters have missed you, but when you arrive at Alexandria you will find a number waiting for you. The worst of it is that we do not exactly know where or how to address our letters so when you write again pray tell us.

We have Dr. Dodsworth staying with us just now; he arrived on Monday and leaves us tomorrow morning by the first train. He is as sleepy and slow as ever poor man. We wonder very much how it happens he has given up Harewood. Father seems to think that he has not been liked and it has been hinted to him he had better resign, but it is all conjecture. Wednesday was the thanksgiving day here and was kept throughout the town. I took care that all of our family should have an opportunity of attending church and sent the servants. After morning service Father and I and Dr. Dodsworth, also Lizzie, dined at Wm.’s; Annie and Mr. Cail and James came to tea. I don’t know how it is but Wm. and I get on so badly together, we are scarcely ever friends and he is very rude to me. However I have one remedy – I can keep out of his company.

Mr. Alderman Dodds is elected Mayor, and Mr. Gibson Sheriff, Mr. Fenwick Undersheriff. Father proposed the Mayor in not a very complimentary speech. We have all been much amused at it; However as they are going to send you a newspaper you will see it. Father did not know that he had to propose Mr. Dodds until a few hours before, when Mr. Dodds called at the office to ask him to do so. On Monday Annie, Lizzie, Eliza and myself called in a body upon Mrs. Mayoress. Eliza and Annie spent the rest of the day with me. On Tuesday Dr. Dodsworth and myself took tea at Bennell . Wm. and Eliza were there. Miss Winston asked very kindly after you. On Thursday I had Miss Scurr and Miss Coulson, the three Miss Dawsons and a Miss Henderson (who is staying with them) to tea. Lizzie came also and along with baby and nurse stayed all night, as Mr. Welford is away on his journey. You will be glad to hear that she is quite strong and well again and in excellent spirits; in fact she was almost the noisiest at cards. Baby is growing fast and is a little fat fellow. Dr. Dodsworth has gone to drink tea with Annie tonight; I have the dressmaking and consequently could not go. James is at this present moment sitting waiting for Mr. Scurr who is going to walk over with him.

Edward Fryer got home last Monday week and looks so well. He is stouter now than ever I have seen him. Captain & Mrs. Henzell are both quite well and are often here and we always get on to talk about you. Captain Henzell tells us innumerable stories about the American journey – you are such a favourite with them both. Poor Mr. Lowrey is dead after nearly three weeks of severe suffering. The heart disease he was labouring under brought on dropsy and his legs poor man were in a fearful state. I suppose he is to be buried at the cemetery tomorrow morning and Father is to be one of the pall bearers. He died last Monday the 14th. instant. Father seems to feel his death deeply, they were such friends. I had a letter from Miss Murray the other day. She asked very kindly after you and said I was to write when I heard from you. Do you remember our pranks at St. John’s Wood and your dry remark, "I wonder how the ladies can resist kissing you, James". I must leave all the office news to James’ pen as I never hear any now you are away.

Just at this time last year you were very ill in bed, don’t you remember the Sunday the infirmary sermon was preached? I could not make my state appearance as you were confined to bed – and Lizzie and Mr. Welford dined with us, and Robt. Kidd came in the afternoon. I have had one letter from Hannah since he left. She is very miserable at home and would like to come back again, poor girl. I have not seen Jessie Hewett since before I went to London; there is no getting her in. Father and Mr. Hamond do not appear to be such friends as they were. Mr. Hamond has not been once in our house since my return from London.

I am going to make new night shirts for you this winter against your coming home. I have according to our arrangement several times hinted to Father that you were going to settle in Egypt, but I can’t by either word or look get his opinion. However I shall try till I do and then tell you. James went up last week to your attic and I had all your clothes to move again, your Pegtops and Racebills and all the other momentoes of your boyhood. I think we are going to have the drawing room and the little bedroom papered very shortly. I shall be very glad for really the house looks uncomfortable. And now dear John I must finish my scrawl with my very kind love and best wishes for your health happiness and welfare. Mind and take every care of yourself and come back strong and well and

Believe me my dear brother

Ever yours affectionately

M.D.Ingledew

18th. November 1853

Friday night 8 o’clock