My dear Father,

I have at last by dint to tying a knot in my watch chain remembered to ask Sidgwick about Graham.¹ He is an Irishman & was probably at Trin. Coll. Dublin   he was afterwards & may be still private Secretary to Mitchell Henry the Irish M.P.² That is all that I can pick up.

Was ever such weather— I suppose an afternoon like this means a loss of hundreds of thousands. I hope it wont be like this at York.³

I’ve done the report & am trying to do my Math. Tripos questions,⁴ but find it very hard to buckle to with a will it is so uninteresting.

By the bye Sidgwick has not read Graham’s book; he said that he found G. had not read his own book⁵ & he thought he ought to have done so— this was a sort of joke. He says he is going to read it.

This weather will make Abinger rather appalling for H & I.⁶

Your affectionate son | G H Darwin