The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1 of 2) by Frederic G. Kenyon
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altogether; and I still feel that I shall very much grieve to leave
it: so that it is happy for us that neither is the _decider_ on this point. I have often thought that it is happier _not_ to do what one pleases, and perhaps you will agree with me--if you don't please at the present moment to do something very particular. And do tell me, dear Mrs. Martin, what you are pleasing to do, and what you are doing: for it seems to me, and indeed is, a long time since I heard of you and Mr. Martin _in detail_. Miss Maria Commeline sent a note to Henrietta a fortnight ago: and in it was honorable mention of you--but I won't interfere with the sublimities of your imagination, by telling you what it was.... I should like to hear something of Hope End: whether there are many alterations, and whether the new lodge, of which I heard, is built. Even now, the thought stands before me sometimes like an object in a dream that I shall see no more those hills and trees which seemed to me once almost like portions of my existence. This is not meant for murmuring. I have had much happiness at Sidmouth, though with a character of its own. Henrietta and Arabel and I are the only guardians just now of the three youngest boys, the only ones at home: and I assure you, we have not too little to do. They are no longer _little_ boys. There is an anxiety among us just now to have letters from Jamaica--from my dear dear Bro--but the packet is only 'expected.' The last accounts were comforting ones; and I am living on the hope of seeing him back again in the spring. Stormie and Georgie are doing well at Glasgow. So Dr. Wardlaw says.... Henrietta's particular love to you; and _do_ believe me always, Your affectionate E.B. BARRETT. You have of course heard of poor Mrs. Boyd's death. Mr. Boyd and his |
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