For myself, I have not suffered more than was absolutely necessary in the late unusual weather.
"I heard with concern that Mrs.Trollope" [my mother] "has been less well than usual.

But who can wonder, with such cold?
"Most truly yours, "Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
"_Casa Guidi, Wednesday._" Here is also one other little memorial, written not by "Elizabeth Barrett Browning," but by "Elizabeth Barrett." It is interesting on more than one account.

It bears no date, save "Beacon Terrace [Torquay], Thursday," But it evidently marks the beginning of acquaintanceship between the two exceptionally, though not equally gifted girls--Elizabeth Barrett and Theodosia Garrow.

It is written on a sheet of the very small duodecimo note paper which she was wont to use many years subsequently, but in far more delicate and elegant characters than she used, when much pen-work had produced its usual deteriorating effect on her caligraphy.
* * * * * "I cannot return the _Book of Beauty_" [Lady Blessington's annual] "to Miss Garrow without thanking her for allowing me to read in it sooner than I should otherwise have done, those contributions of her own which help to justify its title, and which are indeed sweet and touching verses.
"It is among the vexations brought upon me by my illness, that I still remain personally unacquainted with Miss Garrow, though seeming to myself to know her through those who actually do so.

And I should venture to hope that it might be a vexation the first to leave me, if a visit to an invalid condemned to the _peine forte et dure_ of being very silent, notwithstanding her womanhood, were a less gloomy thing.
At any rate I am encouraged to thank Miss Fisher and Miss Garrow for their visits of repeated inquiry, and their other very kind attentions, by these written words, rather than by a message.