If at any time after I'm
gone you should come across your unhappy mother and find her
in distressed circumstances, I bid you provide for her, but
how much, I leave entirely to your judgment. Meantime, here
I am with an income of nearly L700 a year. I live very
simply, as you see, but I give away a good deal in local
charity. The people are getting better wages now; in any
case they are usually most ungrateful. I feel I should be
happier if I diverted some of this alms-giving to you. You
must find this preparatory life very expensive. You must let
me send you twenty-five pounds every half-year for pocket
money. Here is a cheque on the South Wales Bank for the
first instalment. And remember, if you are in _any_
difficulty about your career that a little money can get
over do not hesitate to apply to me.
Your loving father,
HOWEL VAUGHAN WILLIAMS.
P.S. I have taken five days to write this but see how steady
the handwriting is. It is a pleasure to me to look on my own
handwriting again. And I feel I owe it all to you! I also
forgot in the body of the letter to tell you one curious
thing. You know we are here on the borders of an interesting
vein of limestone which runs all round the coal beds.
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