My dearest Macready,
[So far in his own writing.]
Many thanks for your kind words of remembrance.[15] This is not all in my own hand, because I am too much shaken to write many notes. Not by the beating and dragging of the carriage in which I was—it did not go over, but was caught on the turn, among the ruins of the bridge—but by the work afterwards to get out the dying and dead, which was terrible.
[The rest in his own writing.]
Ever your affectionate Friend.
P.S.—My love to Mrs. Macready.
Mr. Thomas Mitton.
Gad's Hill Place, Higham by Rochester, Kent,
Tuesday, June 13th, 1865.
My dear Mitton,
I should have written to you yesterday or the day before, if I had been quite up to writing.