Dear M^r. Darwin—

Some 56 years ago you, as a senior at Shrewsbury took me a walk along the Severn’s banks, with your botanical box in hand to collect specimens of wild flowers.¹ The other day in an old portfolio here, I met with the enclosed which you will recognize as the portrait & figure of one who was very kind to me always as a Shrewsbury School boy— as he was to several other hungry schoolfellows whom he admitted to his table on the monthly Holiday Saturdays.²

Yourself or some of the family will, I am sure, like to have it— with kind | remembrances yrs faithfully | E. J. Edwards