Dumfries.
When he was one day by Doon-side--'I can't tell how it was, Fitz, but I
fell into a Passion of Tears'--And A. T. not given to the melting mood at
all.

No. 2. My friend old Childs of the romantic town of Bungay (if you can
believe in it!) told me that one day he started outside the Coach in
company with a poor Woman who had just lost Husband or Child. She talked
of her Loss and Sorrow with some Resignation; till the Coach happened to
pull up by a roadside Inn. A 'little Bird' was singing somewhere; the
poor Woman then broke into Tears, and said--'I could bear anything but
that.' I dare say she had never even heard of Burns: but he had heard
the little Bird that he knew would go to all Hearts in Sorrow.

Beranger's Morals are Virtue as compared to what have followed him in
France. Yet I am afraid he partly led the way. Burns' very _Passion_
half excused him; so far from its being Refinement which Burke thought
deprived Vice of half its Mischief!

Here is a Sermon for you, you see, which you did not compound for: nor I
neither when I began my Letter. But I think I have told you the two
Stories aforesaid which will almost deprive my sermon of half its
Dulness. And I am now going to transcribe you a _Vau-de-vire_ of old
Olivier de Basselin, {23a} which will show you something of that which I
miss in Beranger. But I think I had better write it on a separate Paper.
Till which, what think you of these lines of Clement Marot on the Death
of some French Princess who desired to be buried among the Poor? {23b}

[P.S.--These also must go on the Fly-leaf: being too long, Alexandrine,
for these Pages.]

What a Letter! But if you are still at your Vicarage, you can read it in
the Intervals of Church. I was surprised at your coming so early from
Italy: the famous Holy Week there is now, I suppose, somewhat shorn of
its Glory.--If you were not so sincere I should think you were
persiflaging me about the Photo, as applied to myself, and yourself. Some
years ago I said--and now say--I wanted one of you; and if this letter
were not so long, would tell you a little how to sit. Which you would
not attend to; but I should be all the same, your long-winded

Friend
E. F.G.

X.

WOODBRIDGE, _May_ 1, [1873.]

DEAR MRS. KEMBLE,

I am very glad that you will be Photographed: though not by the Ipswich
Man who did me, there are no doubt many much better in London.

Of course the whole Figure is best, if