d
with you, who will acknowledge all the true and brave in it as well as
I--yes, it may be laid, if you please, even among those of your own which
you tell me Mowbray's Father saved up for you. If you return it, let it
be without a word of your own: and pray do not misunderstand me when I
say that. You will hear of me (if Coutts be true) when you are among
your Mountains again; and, if you do hear of me, I know you will--for you
must--reply.

At last some feeling of Spring--a month before Midsummer. And next week
I am expecting my grave Friend Charles Keene, of Punch, to come here for
a week--bringing with him his Bagpipes, and an ancient Viol, and a Book
of Strathspeys and Madrigals; and our Archdeacon will come to meet him,
and to talk over ancient Music and Books: and we shall all three drive
out past the green hedges, and heaths with their furze in blossom--and I
wish--yes, I do--that you were of the Party.

I love all Southey, and all that he does; and love that Correspondence of
his with Caroline Bowles. We (Boy and I) have been reading an account of
Zetland, which makes me thirst for 'The Pirate' again--tiresome, I
know--more than half of it--but what a Vision it leaves behind! {261}

Now, Madam, you cannot pretend that you have to jump at my meaning
through my MS. I am sure it is legible enough, and that I am ever yours

E. F.G.

You write just across the Address you date from; but I jump at that which
I shall direct this Letter by.

CXIV.

WOODBRIDGE, _May_ 27/83.

MY DEAR MRS. KEMBLE:

I feel minded to write you a word of Farewell before you start off for
Switzerland: but I do not think it will be very welcome to you if, as
usual, you feel bound to answer it on the Eve of your Departure. Why not
let me hear from you when you are settled for a few days somewhere among
your Mountains?

I was lately obliged to run to London on a disagreeable errand: which,
however, got itself over soon after midday; when I got into a Cab to
Chelsea, for the purpose of seeing Carlyle's Statue on the Embankment,
and to take a last look at his old House in Cheyne Row. The Statue very
good, I thought, though looking somewhat small for want of a good
Background to set it off: but the old House! Shut up--neglected--'To
Let'--was sad enough to me. I got back to Woodbridge before night. {263}

Since then I have had Charles Keene (who has not been well) staying with
me here for ten days. He is a very good G