will try.

24 PORTLAND TERRACE,
REGENT'S PARK.
_March_ 29, [1857].

MY DEAR COWELL,

I only posted my last long letter four days ago: and how far shall I get
with this? Like the other, I keep it in Sir W. Ouseley, and note down a
bit now and then. When the time for the Mail comes, the sheet shall go
whether full or not. I had a letter from your Mother telling me she had
heard from you--all well--but the Heats increasing. I suppose the
Crocuses we see even in these poor little Gardens hereabout would wither
in a Glance of your Sun. Now the black Trees in the Regent's Park
opposite are beginning to show green Buds; and Men come by with great
Baskets of Flowers; Primroses, Hepaticas, Crocuses, great Daisies, etc.,
calling as they go, 'Growing, Growing, Growing! All the Glory going!' So
my wife says she has heard them call: some old Street cry, no doubt, of
which we have so few now remaining. It will almost make you smell them
all the way from Calcutta. 'All the Glory going!' What has put me upon
beginning with this Sheet so soon is, that, (having done my Will for the
present with the Mantic--one reason being that I am afraid to meddle more
with N. Newton's tender MS., and another reason that I now lay by what I
have sketched out so as to happen on it again one day with fresh eyes)--I
say, this being shelved, I took up old Hafiz again, and began with him
where I left off in November at Brighton. And this morning came to an
ode we did together this time two years ago when you were at Spiers' in
Oxford. . . . How it brought all back to me! Oriel opposite, and the
Militia in Broad Street, and the old Canary-coloured Sofa and the Cocoa
or Tea on the Table! . . .

I should think Bramford begins to look pretty about this time, hey, Mr.
Cowell? And Mrs. Cowell? There is a house there constantly advertised
to let in the Papers. I think that one by the Mill; not the pleasant
place where _Trygaeus_ {322} looked forth on the Rail! 'The Days are
gone when Beauty bright, etc.' . . .

Spedding has been once here in near three months. His Bacon keeps coming
out: his part, the Letters, etc., of Bacon, is not come yet; so it
remains to be seen what he will do then: but I can't help thinking he has
let the Pot boil too long. Well, here is a great deal written to-day:
and I shall shut up the Sheet in Ouseley again. March 30. Another
reason for thinking the _mahi_ which supports the world to be only a
_myth_ of the