Do not think that _I_ think that _any bond is broken_, or that anything is lost.

We have been fed on the hillside, and now there are twelve baskets full of fragments remaining.
May God bless you and love you both! Your ever affectionate and grateful BA.
* * * * * _To Miss I.Blagden_ 126 Via Felice, Rome: Tuesday, [January 1861].
Ever dearest Isa,--I wrote a long letter, which you have received, I do hope, and am waiting for a long one from you to tell me that you are not suffering any more.

This is on business merely--that is, it is merely to give you trouble, the customary way for me to do business in these latter days.

Will you, dear, without putting yourself to too much inconvenience by overhaste, direct the 'Nazione' people to send the journal, to which we must subscribe for three months, to _S.E.

le General Comte de Noue, Comandante della piazza di Roma.