ook
into the Text now and then. I have now got Munro's Lucretius on board
again. Why is it that I never can take up with Horace--so sensible,
elegant, agreeable, and sometimes even grand?

Some one gave me the July Number of the Cornhill to read the 'Loss of the
London' in; and very well worth reading it is. But there is also the
Beginning of a Story that I am sure must be by Annie Thackeray--capital
and wonderful. I forget the name.

Now I won't finish this Second Sheet--all with such Scraps as the
foregoing. But do believe how sincerely and truly I wish you well in
your new Venture. And so I will shut up, my dear Thompson, for the
present. No man can have more reason to wish you a good Return for your
long generous Kindness than your old Friend,

E. F. G.

_To E. B. Cowell_.

WOODBRIDGE: _August_ 13/66.

MY DEAR COWELL,

I think you have given me up as a bad Job: and I can't blame you. I have
been expecting to hear of you in these parts: though, had it been so, I
doubt if I should have been here to meet you. For the last six weeks I
have scarce been at home; what with sailing to the Isle of Wight, Norfolk
Coast, staying at Lowestoft, etc. And now I am just off again to the
latter place, having only returned here on Saturday. Nor can I say when
I shall be back here for any long while: the Kerriches are at Lowestoft;
and I have yet one or two more Sea-trips to make before October consigns
me once more to Cold, Indoor Solitude, Melancholy, and Illhealth.

My Companion on board has been Sophocles, as he was three years ago, I
find. I am even now going to hunt up some one-volume Virgil to take with
me. Horace I never can care about, in spite of his Good Sense, Elegance,
and occasional Force. He never made my Eyes wet as Virgil does.

When I was about Cromer Coast, I was reading Windham's Diary: well worth
reading, as one of the most honest; but with little else in it than that.
You would scarcely guess from it that he was a man of any Genius, as yet
I suppose he was.

Somehow I fancy you must be travelling abroad! Else surely I should have
heard something of you. Well: I must anyhow enclose this Letter, or
direct it, to your Mother's or Brother's at Ipswich. Do let me hear of
yourself and Elizabeth, and believe that I do not forget you, nor cease
to be

Yours very sincerely
EDWARD FITZGERALD.

LOWESTOFT: _August_ 19/66.

MY DEAR COWELL,

I don't wish you to think I am in Woodbridge all