He keeps a journal, be it whispered; I ventured to peep through the leaves the other morning, and came to the following notice: 'This is the happiest day of my _hole (sic)_ life, because dearest Vittorio Emanuele is really _nostro re!_' "There's a true Italian for you! But his weak point is spelling.
"Believe me, with my husband's regards, "Ever truly and affectionately yours, "ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING." * * * * * It may possibly enter into the mind of some one of those who never enjoyed the privilege of knowing Mrs.Browning the woman, to couple together the stupidly calumnious insinuations to which she refers in the first letter I have given, with the admiration she expresses for the third Napoleon in the second letter.

I differed from her wholly in her estimate of the man, and in her views of his policy with regard to Italy.

And many an argument have I had with her on the subject.

And my opinions respecting it were all the more distasteful to her because they concerned the character of the man himself as well as his policy as a ruler.

And those talks and arguments have left me probably the only man alive, save one, who knows with such certainty as I know it, and can assert as I can, the absolute absurdity and impossibility of the idea that she, being what she was, could have been bribed by any amount of Imperial or other flattery, not only to profess opinions which she did not veritably hold--this touches her moral nature, perhaps the most pellucidly truthful of any I ever knew--but to hold opinions which she would not have otherwise held.