Still, I get what I can, and stop up the chinks with Swedenborg; and in health am very well, for me, and in tranquillity excellently well.

Not that there are not people more than enough who come to see me, but that there is nothing vexatious just now; life goes smoothly, I thank God, and I like Rome better than I did last time.

The season is healthy too (for Rome).

I have only heard of one English artist since we came, who arrived, sickened, died, and was buried, before anyone knew who he was.

Besides ordinary cases of slight Roman fever among the English, Miss Sherwood (who with her father was at Florence) has had it slightly, and Mrs.Marshall who came to us from Tennyson.