us ask of my eyes,—as, lying on my writing-desk, they put me in mind that they must return this week to their owner.
You keep me to my promise of giving you some sketch of my pursuits.
I rise a little before five, walk an hour, and then practise on the piano, till seven, when we breakfast.
Next I read French,—Sismondi's Literature of the South of Europe,— till eight, then two or three lectures in Brown's Philosophy.
About halfpast nine I go to Mr. Perkins's school and study Greek till twelve, when, the school being dismissed, I recite, go home, and practise again till dinner, at two.
Sometimes, if the conversation is very agreeable, I lounge for half an hour over the dessert, though rarely so lavish of time.
Then, when I can, I read two hours in Italian, but I am often interrupted.
At six, I walk, or take a drive.
Before going to bed, I play or sing, for half an hour or so, to make all sleepy, and, about eleven, retire to write a little while in my journal, exercises on what<