Write soon and write much.
Your ever affectionate E.B.B.

(called BA).
Our child was gathering box leaves in a hedge the other day (wherever we have a hedge, it's box, I would have you to understand), and pulled a yellow flower by mistake.

Down he flung it as if it stung him.

'Ah, brutto! Colore Tedesco!' Think of that baby! * * * * * _To Mr.Westwood_ Casa Tolomei, Alia Villa, Bagni di Lucca: September [1853].
As to Patmore's new volume of poems, my husband and I had the pleasure of reading in MS.

the poem which gives its title to the book.