127/268 I'm lost--devoted to the infernal gods of rhyming. 'It's my fate,' as a popular poet said when going to be married.... Write to Florence for the next month.) * * * * * _To Miss Browning_ [Florence: autumn, 1853.] My dearest Sarianna,--I shall not be able to write very much to-day, for Robert is in haste, and we are both overwhelmed with different engagements, the worst of which have been forced on me _maritally_ rather than artistically by the portrait-sittings he of course has told you of. His own portrait, by Mr.Reade, I must be glad about, seeing that though it by no means gives his best expression, the face is _there_, and it will be the best work extant on the same subject. |