Rheims,
Sunday after sunset 12^th March 1826

My Dear Mother,

I have arrived thus far on my journey – The Roads are so deplorable that I get on very slowly – The carriage is very much tried, but behaves well as yet. I cannot write more at present or I shall lose the little remaining glimmer of light to see the Cathedral

Your aff^te Son
H.T.

My pen is like a spruce fir tree. The fashion of this part of the country I suppose

[address panel:]
Lady E. Feilding
31 Sackville S^t
London
Angleterre