Don't let me stop to recount them.
The review in 'Blackwood' proves to be by Mr.Aytoun; and coming from the camp of the enemy (artistically and socially) cannot be considered other than generous.

It is not quite so by the 'North British,' where another poet (Patmore), who knows more, is somewhat depreciatory, I can't help feeling.
Now will you be sick of my literature; but you liked to hear, you said.
If you would see, besides, I would show you what George sent me the other day, a number of the 'National Magazine,' with the most hideous engraving, from a medallion, you could imagine--the head of a 'strong-minded' giantess on the neck of a bull, and my name underneath! Penini said, 'It's not a bit like; it's too old, and _not half so pretty_'-- which was comforting under the trying circumstance, if anything could comfort one in despair....
Your ever most affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Miss Browning_ [Florence: February 1857.] My dearest Sarianna,--I am delighted, and so is Robert, that you should have found what pleases you in the clock.

Here is Penini's letter, which takes up so much room that I must be sparing of mine--and, by the way, if you consider him improved in his writing, give the praise to Robert, who has been taking most patient pains with him indeed.

You will see how the little curly head is turned with carnival doings.

So gay a carnival never was in our experience--for until last year (when we were absent) all masks had been prohibited, and now everybody has eaten of the tree of good and evil till not an apple was left.