[146] reaches you, I shall be tossing on the ocean. What talks I shall have with friends at home! and Rome and Italy will not be forgotten. I well remember those three months in that Matron-City,—take them all in all, and though shadowed as they were with grief and vexation, the happiest of my life. My brother, I suppose, will pass the summer in Italy. I have already commended him to your care and kindness. I trust you will find him worthy of all,—as I believe he is. Do not fail to write me in my exile,—far away as Ceuta to the ancient banished man. Tell me every thing about art, antiquity, literature, and Crawford. You will hear from me next from Boston,—but not till I hear from you. Farewell! Remember me affectionately to Mrs. Greene, and to Crawford; and believe me ever sincerely yours,
To Lord Morpeth.
March 30, 1840.my dear Morpeth,—Above is a specimen, such as it is, of trans-Atlantic Greek, on Chantrey's woodcocks.1 The verses were written and transmitted to me by a friend of mine, to whom I had sent an account of the Holkham achievement. I still keep your Wellesley's poems; I have seen them on the tables of Hallam and Rogers. I leave London early Friday morn, and on Saturday descend upon the sea. Before I go, I shall resign into your hands your book; and I hope to say ‘Good-by’ to your family. This morning I breakfasted with dear Sir Robert Inglis. I love his sincerity and goodness, though I dislike his politics. Ever sincerely yours, P. S. I had the pleasure of hearing your speech on Lord Stanley's motion.2 Stevenson, who sat by my side, like myself, was much gratified with it.
To George S. Hillard.
Portsmouth, April 4, 1840.dear Hillard,—This will go by the ‘Great Western,’ which sails the fifteenth of this month,3 and perhaps may reach you even before I have that pleasure. I saw more of London than I expected, and enjoyed it much. My last dinner was on Thursday with Hallam; where were Milman, Babbage, Hayward, Francis Horner, &c. I have parted with many friends, and have received the most affectionate good wishes. Lady Carlisle and my dear, noble friend, Ingham, shed tears in parting with me. We shall meet soon.
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