Many tokens have you sent me.1 I love the "riddle song"2 & ponder it over &
over, Am at once
tantalized & pleased. If it were not for the "two little breaths of words" I
should be content with a vague yet none the less real answering thought—but
those words set me seeking something more definite.
William Rossetti3 and I were talking of it. He & his wife & all his children
including the last comer—as pretty & sweet tempered a baby as ever
I saw—all came up & dined with us a Sunday or two ago—& then we
sauntered away the afternoon on our pleasant upa.00047.002_large.jpg heath—Rossetti stretching
himself onto grass with his pipe (he says he has a good spice of
Italian laziness in him, though practically the most industrious of men. The
children scampering about, the baby placidly enjoying. Often dear Friend do I
picture you sitting on one of the benches (may my dream come true!) enjoying the
fresh breeze that almost always blows there, watching the throngs of Londoners of all
degrees but chiefly the poor & the hardworking, who come up to breathe it on
Saturday & Sunday afternoons—or musing there quiet & alone as
upa.00047.003_large.jpgone may do other
days, with green & fertile Middlesex & Hertfordshire spread out at ones feet
& a few blue hills beyond. Your post card received yesterday contained welcome
news indeed. Putting together that & the paper that came a day or two before, I
infer that you are not only going to Dr. Bucke's4 but are travelling with him. (And
by the bye I feel very grateful to him for that letter to the paper, for putting an
extinguisher on those smouldering lies.) So I know you have a good friends arm to
lean on when you want it, and are going to have a very jolly time indeed—a
great time, wandering over the great and splendid land. Next year
upa.00047.004_large.jpgit must be little
England—the mighty mother. Herby5 is working very hard at the Academy just
now—the advantage being unlimited models—incessant nature (a too
costly business in one's own studio) and also sometimes valuable hints from our best
painters. He leaves here before 9 a.m & does not get back till near 9 p.m. Bee6 is at Edinburgh helping one of our best woman doctors who
is bent on persuading her to reconsider her decision & not be so diffident of
her own powers. How it will end I cannot say. Giddy7 sings a good deal, I think her
voice is developing with a really sweet full toned contralto. I still busy with the
proof &c. of the new edition of my Husbands book.8
upa.00047.005_large.jpgThere cannot be finer work of its
kind than the Scribner woodcuts from Blakes designs of which they have lent us the
blocks It is delightful to have this help & enrichment of the book from
America.—We are having a dripping June but it is what the crops want. We
shall get into our new house which stands in a pleasant nook looking out on gardens
back & front & close to the heath the end of August or beginning of
September. We often talk of the Staffords who have sent Herby many affectionate
words & tokens. Your friends
upa.00047.006_large.jpghere are increasing in number & the old ones are very staunch:
indeed dearest friend your Poems have found in places here & specially in the
north, the soil that suits them.
You will like to see this letter of Carpenter's.9
Love from us all.
Please give a friendly greeting to Dr & Mrs Bucke. Who should come to see us a week or two ago but Mr. Bary.
Goodbye dearest Friend Anne Gilchrist