s who saw it.

CHAPTER XV.

DUBLIN, ----.
DEAR MRS. JAMESON,

I received your third kind letter yesterday morning, and have no
more time to-day than will serve to inclose my answer to your
second, which reached me and was replied to at Glasgow; owing to
your not having given me your address, I had kept it thus long in
my desk. You surely said nothing in that letter of yours that the
kindest good feeling could take exception to, and therefore need
hardly, I think, have been so anxious about its possible
miscarriage. However, "Misery makes one acquainted with strange
bed-fellows," and I am afraid distrust is one of them. You will be
glad, I know, to hear that I have been successful here, and perhaps
amused to know that when your letter reached me yesterday, I was
going, _en lionne_, to a great dinner-party at Lady Morgan's. You
ask me for advice about your Shakespeare work, but advice is what I
have no diploma for bestowing; and such suggestions as I might
venture, were I sitting by your side with Shakespeare in my hand,
and which might furnish pleasant matter of converse and discussion,
are hardly solid enough for transmission by post.

I have been reading the "Tempest" all this afternoon, with eyes
constantly dim with those delightful tears which are called up
alike by the sublimity and harmony of nature, and the noblest
creations of genius. I cannot imagine how you should ever feel
discouraged in your work; it seems to me it must be its own
perpetual stimulus and reward. Is not Miranda's exclamation, "O
brave new world, that has such people in it!" on the first sight of
the company of villainous men who ruined her and her father, with
the royal old magician's comment, "'Tis new to thee!" exquisitely
pathetic? I must go to my work; 'tis "The Gamester" to-night; I
wish it were over. Good-by, my dear Mrs. Jameson. Thank you for
your kind letters; I value them very much, and am your affectionate

F. KEMBLE.

P.S.--I am very happy here, in the society of an admirable person
who is as good as she is highly gifted,--a rare union,--and who,
moreover, loves me well, which adds much, in my opinion, to her
other merits. I mean my frie