Even though my spirit should be here, which it is not, my heart would be on the Allington lawns.
That dear lawn and that dear bridge! Give my kind love to Bell and your mother.

I feel already that I might almost say my mother.

And Lily, my darling, write to me at once.

I expect your letters to me to be longer, and better, and brighter than mine to you.

But I will endeavour to make mine nicer when I get back to town.
God bless you.