Letter of 1835 July 27

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Sutton Place./

Lancashire./

Sunday July 27. 1835./

My dear Mamma/

	I being this without knowing whether I shall be/
 able to finish it to day, but at any rate it will go to-/
morrow, and I wish not to lose any opportunity of writing/
 for, indeed leisure is at present a thing not to be gained./
  We are now at the house of Mrs. Pemberton, experiencing/
 every possible kindness, and attention, and not unlike/
 in some respects Cross's ouran outang, for we are the/
 attraction of the time and are nursed, and petted, and fed/
 on the best, and shewed[sic] up to every body in the most/
 approved manner, but, indeed I ought not to joke, for/
 unlike Cross's beauty, though we are as much admired/
 and sought after, they treat us better in respect to the/
 blanket, so that our earthly career is likely to be longer,/
 I have not had the least symptoms of a cold, and never/
 enjoyed better health.  You will think I am very/
 impudent, but that, you know, is always the result of/
 excessive petting, but I expect to sober down by [?]./
  We got here yesterday about eleven ?or half past, fore noon, by the/
 rail road, after travelling all night from {Manchester [crossed out]}/
 Birmingham, and starting from Manchester at ½ past/
 10.  In the road to Birmingham from Oxford we had the/
 great pleasure of visiting Shakespeare's house, at Stratford/
 where I saw among other interesting signatures all over the/
 walls that of the great mind Schiller, that of our present/

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at a season when even a new crocodile had lost it's[sic] attraction/
 ever your's[sic]/
 R.O./

Mrs. Clift/

Easton Grove/

Easton Square,/

London/

Dear Papa)/

We had a ride on the rail-road and brought safe home all our/
 Packages--we shall arrive at Lancaster on Wednesday evening./
  Then all letters &c will be most welcome at Castle Hill./
  The crocodile sent from the Zool. Society is a new species & I/
 hope has been put into spirit against my return, it came/