Volume 58: Sir George Macleay correspondence, 1848-1880: No. 036
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stead of my limbs & chest I should now have been in Eternity. I do however indulge a sort of doubting hope of so doing & you may like any friends of mine whom you may meet in England that there is some probability of my turning my face homewards.
Remember me kindly to Wentworth & [indecipherable] upon him he