I struggle hard to live on.

I wish to live just as long as and no longer than to grow in the soul.
May God bless you, dearest Fanny.

Write.
America is making me very anxious just know.

If they compromise in the north it is a moral death, but a merely physical dissolution of the States would be followed by a resurrection 'in honor,' and I should not fear.

What are you painting?
Your affectionate as ever BA.
Did you see Lacordaire received?
Those are things I care to see in Paris, wishing, however, to Guizot, the king of Prussia, and all prigs, the contempt they deserve.
* * * * * _To Miss I.Blagden_ 126 Via Felice, [Rome]: Monday, [November December 1860].
Ever dearest Isa,--How you grieve me by this news of your being unwell.
Dear, I wondered at having no letter, and now with the letter and all the proofs of your remembering me (newspaper and pens) comes the bad word of your being ill....
I myself am not very well.