I am half ashamed of my letter, for I have a faith in my friend that is deeper than my doubts.

He was here last evening, talking about the Naples Museum, the Aristides, the bronzes, the Pompeian frescoes, with such a beautiful intelligence that doubt of the ultimate future seemed blasphemy.

I walked back to his lodging with him, and he was as mild as midsummer moonlight.

He has the ineffable something that charms and convinces; my last word about him shall not be a harsh one." Shortly after sending his letter, going one day into his friend's studio, he found Roderick suffering from the grave infliction of a visit from Mr.Leavenworth.Roderick submitted with extreme ill grace to being bored, and he was now evidently in a state of high exasperation.

He had lately begun a representation of a lazzarone lounging in the sun; an image of serene, irresponsible, sensuous life.