The Cape, December 16, 1835.
We landed on Monday afternoon, all well. We are lodged in a tolerable house, but are much devoured by every species of animal. It is very hot, indeed, till the afternoon. We have had some nice drives into the country; live on new potatoes, peas, strawberries, apricots, &c.; are a little oppressed with visitors, but have found some old friends in Lady C. Bell and Mrs. Wauchope, and, altogether, it is a great rest, and the last we shall have till we get to our long home—Calcutta. I wish you could see some of the flowers, &c. George is sending home a lot of bulbs for you. We are writing ten letters apiece to go by ‘Liverpool,’ and there will be a frightful interval between your receiving this and my next. Love to all.
Your most affectionate
E. Eden.