1860-1869] A Visit to Shrewsbury 195 



My father had a bad accident in April, 1869. His quiet 

 cob Tommy stumbled and fell, rolling on him and bruising 

 him seriously. It was a great misfortune, for Tommy was 

 soon considered to be unsafe for him to ride, and he never 

 afterwards found a quite suitable horse. We all regretted 

 Tommy, for he was not only perfectly quiet but brisk and 

 willing, and with most easy paces. 



We spent some months this summer at Caerdeon, in North 

 Wales, and stayed anight in Shrewsbury on our way there 

 We visited my father's old home, the Mount, and were accom- 

 panied by the owner as we were shown over the house. 

 This was meant in all kindness, but I remember my father's 

 deep disappointment as he said, " If I could have been left 

 alone in that greenhouse for five minutes, I know I should 

 have been able to see my father in his wheel-chair as vividly 

 as if he had been there before me." 



