this while since your
Note came. It was forwarded to me here, where I have been since I wrote
to you a week ago. The fact is, I had promised to return on finding that
the Kerriches were to be here. So, here I am: living on board my little
Ship: sometimes taking them out for a Sail: sometimes accompanying them
in a walk. In other respects, I am very fond of this Place, which I have
known and frequented these forty years; till the last three years in
company with my Sister Kerrich, who has helped to endear it to me. I
believe I shall be here, off and on, some while longer; as my Brother
Peter (who has lately lost a capital Wife) is coming to sail about with
me. Should I be at Woodbridge for some days I will let you know.

Do you see 'Squire Allenby,' as the folks at Felixtow Ferry call him? If
so, ask him why he doesn't sometimes sail here with his ship; he would
like it, I fancy: and everybody seems to like him.

Only yesterday I finished reading the Electra. Before that, Ajax; which
is well worth re-reading too. I am sorry to find I have only Antigone
left of all the precious Seven; a lucid Constellation indeed! I suppose
I must try Euripides after this; some few of his Plays.

This time ten years--a month ago--we were all lounging about in the
hayfield before your Mother's House at Rushmere. I do not forget these
things: nor cease to remember them with a sincere, sad, and affectionate
interest: the very sincerity of which prevents me from attempting to
recreate them. This I wish you and yours, who have been so kind to me,
to believe.

I am going to run again to the Coast of Norfolk--as far as Wells--to
wander about Holkham, if the Weather permit. We have had too much Wind
and Wet to make such excursions agreeable: for, when one reached the
Places by Sea, the Rain prevented one's going about on Shore to look
about. But now that there has been rather a better look-out of Weather
for the last few Days, and that--

[Greek text]-- {86}

I shall try again for two or three Days. How do you translate [Greek
text] here?

Ever yours, E. F. G.

LOWESTOFT still! _Septr._ 4 [1866].

MY DEAR COWELL,

Still here, you see! Till the end of last week I had my Kerrich people
here; I am now expecting my Brother Peter again: he has lately lost his
capital Wife, and flies about between Ireland and England for Company and
Diversion of Thought. I am also expecting Mowbray Donne over from
Yarmouth this week.