Florence Nightingale Letters

[Letter, Florence Nightingale to Mary Mohl, November 27, 1871] Nightingale, Florence, 1820-1910 Nov 27, 1871

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 A.35 Signed letter from Nightingale to Madame Mohl, Pen, Handwritten by Nightingale [Continued from page 4: lack for another. From your failing friend Flo] Dated 27 Nov/71 [1:760-61] 35 South Street, 27 Nov/71 Park Lane, W. [printed address] My dearest Madame Mohl I am so sorry that you are ill that I cannot help saying: take more care. Health is easier lost than won. After this oracular utterance, I must proceed at once to cats: -- I assure you that I feel so entirely devoted to `combler' the gap you describe that my whole energies are bent upon sending one to Paris by somebody, even without the glittering bait you hold out, that of introducing the somebody to society. I think a kit is ready now to go. But I don't think it ought to have sent gone before. I am not quite sure yet which is Miss. As to the colours, I think in my letter to M. Mohl, I told you what they were. None are "black", & none are "black & white", which you proscribe. But all, I am afraid, are rather too dark for your taste. All 3 are a dark ground, 2 with orange coloured spots, & one with grey spots. as if it were in mourning. All have beautiful faces -- not one has any spot of white. Mr. Muff, their Papa, is much lighter -- But Temperance says, quite gravely: `I am sure', m'm, that Mr. Muff would not like Paris' -- He is grown handsomer than ever, & is like two Muffs. But then you don't want a Tom. [I did not hear that Emily Verney was to go to Malta via Paris till she was actually off. She would not have had time to go to 120 R. du B. But, had I known that she was going by Paris, I would have telegraphed to you to fetch the kit from her. Same with Alice -- who is, I believe, now at Paris, with poor Elinor who will have, alas! to spend a winter at Cannes, they are afraid. But you probably know more about this than I do --] If you hear of any body coming to Paris, I will send the kit to any Station to meet its Chaperon or Escort. And I will be on the look-out for some one. But going -- But you know how off the stage I live. And now, having fully discussed the most important matter, I will descend, to what is quite frivolous. Where is that book on the Gnostics by M. Mohl? -- I am so very sorry to hear about his knee -- but I hope, unlike the grandmother, in the Vicar of Wakefield who could not `take up her pen', because she had `sprained her ancle', I hope -- indeed I am sure -- that he has devoted that space of time to writing his long promised book on `Religions' illustrated by the Gnostics' Where is that formula on all Religions which he promised to write me in a letter some months back? Not one line, not one word, not one bit or sup [drip?] have I had from him since he returned to Paris. He has not even sent me Ida's address -- Frau von Schmidt. Zabierow -- is that her right name? -- he has not even sent me the address of Dr. Shrimpton at Paris! Ah my dear soul how little I am able to write anything that is worth an answer. There was a Gymnotus sent over in a bucket to Faraday for him to make electrical experiments with. That Gymnotus must have been a very near relation of mine. And the Royal Institution bothered it as the Government Offices bother me. But I have no protector as my friend the Gymnote had -- whose patron Humboldt, actually wrote, at its request, I suppose, a letter saying that `il importe surtout de ne pas trop tourmenter l'animal' which `épuise's itself by giving too many electrical discharges -- O my dear! how many electrical discharges do the Government offices require of this `animal' -- & there is no one to say to them `qu'il ne faut pas trop tourmenter l'animal' -- You do not mention the poor Tourgueneffs -- tho' M. de Tourgueneff must have been dead when you wrote. Pray say, how much I think of & feel for them -- tho' how can one feel for another in real grinding affliction? It is like feeling this


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