--it takes quite four times as
long as wood--and I cannot draw and express myself with a
nasty little finiking brush, and the result when printed
seems to alternate between something all as black as my
hat--or as hazy and faint as a worn-out plate.--If on wood,
I should like it well enough--as it is--it spoils 4 days a
week--leaving little time for anything else. O! I'm a'weary,
I'm a'weary! of this illustration business.----

Tom is just off to the R.A., as it is not likely I shall go
much before it's close. I will get him to write you a
critical description of all the wonderful works in Turps,
Varnish, and "Hile."

Yr. affectionate Dad,

H. K. B.

_Monday Morning, 25 m. 40 s. p. 11_ A.M.

MY DEAR WALTER,

There is a man playing "Home, sweet home" upon the key
bugle--it is too much for me--my heart yearneth--I feel I
must write just a line or two--especially as it is raining
hard--and I don't exactly know what to be at.

* * * * *

Splendid effects yesterday evening--sun-set, twilight,
crescent moon--stormy clouds,--tide out--reflections--dark
fishing-craft--very good--quite the thing for you.

There are no people here at present--decidedly nothing
Belgravian--chiefly masculines--from the Saturday to the
Monday sort--it striketh me--a few I think have strayed here
from Southend--I saw this sort of thing [_see page 29_] on
the Grand Promenade--which looks like it.----

There was a great wind yesterday--Boreas had been taking
concentrated essence of ginger--It fairly took me off my
legs once as I was walking along the cliffs to Broadstairs,
luckily for me it blew _off_ the sea--and I was brought up
short by some railings in this wise--[_see page 22_]
_otherwise_ I should (_no doubt_) have been carried across a
5 acre field of _Cloveria Trifolia Browniensis_.--I am glad
to say I was also of service to humanity yesterday--I heard
the shrill shrieks of a child and a woman's cry for help
behind me--I turned--and saw there was not a moment to lose,
the wind had caught a poor child--'s hat (and woman's too)
and bore it rapidly to the edge of the cliff--with my usual
agility I bounded over the rails fencing the cliff--and
saved--yes, saved the child--'s--'at!--another puff and