For I am sure that wherever kindness _can_ come thankfulness _may_, and that whatever intrusion my note can be guilty of, it is excusable by the fact of my being Miss Garrow's "Sincerely obliged, "E.

BARRETT." * * * * * Could anything be more charmingly girlish, or more prettily worded! The diminutive little note seems to have been preserved, an almost solitary survival of the memorials of the days to which it belongs.
It must doubtless have been followed by sundry others, but was, I suppose, specially treasured as having been the first step towards a friendship which was already highly valued.
Of course, in the recollections of an Englishman living during those years in Florence, Robert Browning must necessarily stand out in high relief, and in the foremost line.

But very obviously this is neither the time nor the place, nor is my dose of presumption sufficient for any attempt at a delineation of the man.

To speak of the poet, since I write for Englishmen, would be very superfluous.

It may be readily imagined that the "tag-rag and bobtail" of the men who mainly constituted that very pleasant but not very intellectual society, were not likely to be such as Mr.Browning would readily make intimates of.