ed me a few shillings in pink and blue and
yellow note-paper; though it really almost seems a pity to interfere
with the elegancies of poor Mitchell, who is nothing if not elegant.
However, I wish he would not be so at my expense, who have no particle
of that exquisite quality in my whole composition, and find the
grovelling one of avarice growing daily upon me.

I have already had a letter from Henry Greville this morning, telling me
the result of _two_ interviews _he_ has had with Mitchell about the
readings; also--which interests me far more than my own interests--of
the utter routing of the Austrians in the Milanese--hurrah!--also of his
determination to buy the house in Eaton Place.... Adelaide must come
home by sea, for it is impossible that she should travel either through
France or Germany without incurring the risk of much annoyance, if
nothing worse. The S---- in the dragoon regiment in Dublin is E----'s
younger brother....

Ever yours,
FANNY.

BANNISTERS, Tuesday, 14th, 1848.

Liston's [the eminent surgeon] death shocked me very much, and I felt
very certain that he was himself aware of his own condition. I
observed, during my intercourse with him latterly, a listless melancholy
in his manner, a circumstance that puzzled me a good deal in contrast
with his powerful frame, and vigorous appearance, and blunt, offhand
manner. I think I understand now, and can compassionate certain
expressions in his last note to me, which, when I received it, made a
painful and unfavorable impression upon me. I suppose he did not believe
in a future state of existence, and have no doubt that, latterly, he had
a distinct anticipation of his own impending annihilation. His great
strength and magnificent physical structure, of course, suggested no
such apprehension to persons who knew nothing of his malady [Liston died
of aneurism in the throat], but when I saw him last he told me he was
much more ill than I was; that he had been spitting up a quantity of
blood, and was "all wrong." ...

I cannot take your thanks, my dear Hal, about "Wilhelm Meister." ... I
never offer anything to any one; neither would I willingly, when asked
for it, withhold anything from any one. I believe the only difference
that I really make between my "_friends_" and my "_fellow-creatures_" is
one of pure sentiment: I l