On this subject I have been, from the beginning, divided between my strong desire of being translated and my strong fear of being ill-translated.

Harrison Ainsworth's novels are quite one thing, and a poem of mine quite another.

Oh yes! and yet, so great is my faith in Milsand, that the touch of his hand and the overseership of his eyes must tranquillise me.

I am simply grateful.
Peni has been overwhelmed with gifts this year.

I gave him on Christmas Day (by his own secret inspiration) 'a sword with a blade to dazzle the eyes'; Robert, a box of tools and carpenter's bench; and we united in a 'Robinson Crusoe,' who was well received.