Photocopy of a letter. Written from [Wooler, Northumberland].
Says she only now writes in her own hand to 'you three and Thekla and some of my dear ones'. She is really ill now and can no longer plan for and advise those she loves; she must leave all to the One who has the Power 'to fulfil the desires expressed to Him and left to Him.' Wishes she could send her friend £100 a year to help out.
She feels so terribly for her cousin Sir Edward Grey, his wife killed tragically in a carriage accident. 'We have known him since he was a boy. He was at Winchester College and used to come to tea with us at the Close.'