* N.B. I am not at the Hall: but in the Cottage. Pray give my compliments to all your party
March /44.
Boulge [1844].
Dear Mrs. Charlesworth,
Contributions from the fens or anywhere else will be good. We must get out all from the Allenbys.
I think I remember in Carlyle’s notes that the hill in Winsby (where the farm house is) was the scene of a daring attack of Cromwell’s: but my memory is bad. Your correspondent says that bones, spurs, and urns have been found there: the latter look rather as if the hill were of Roman note. I should like it to be clearly told, exactly where the relics were dug up: whether on the hill or on the level said to extend from the hill to the west. Mrs. Allenby’s first letter says that was probably the field of battle: her son says the hill itself was. Also, exactly what the relics were. These two points are the chief I can see to need thorough sifting. I sent Carlyle the letter: he is now I dare say groaning over it. I have threatened to turn the correspondence entirely into his hands: so Miss Charlesworth may expect that. I go to town (I hope for a very short time) next week. John is yet here: we all like his wife much. Farewell. Yours ever thankfully,
E. FitzGerald.
Poor old Mrs. Chaplin [155] is dead! I have found an old lady here to replace her.
Boulge, Friday [1844].
Dear Mrs. Charlesworth,
I am sorry for the trouble you have. But I must hope that all that is to be got from such good