It is my mountain height, morning light, wings, cup from the springs, my horse, my goal, my lancet and replenisher, my key of communication with the highest, grandest, holiest between earth and heaven-the vital air connecting them.
'In justice let me add that I have not been troubled by hearing of any of the mysterious legal claims, et caetera.

I am sorry to hear bad reports of health.

I wish him entire felicity--no step taken to bridge division! The thought of it makes me tigrish.
'A new pianist playing his own pieces (at Lady Singleby's concert) has given me exquisite pleasure' and set me composing songs--not to his music, which could be rendered only by sylphs moving to "soft recorders" in the humour of wildness, languor, bewitching caprices, giving a new sense to melody.

How I wish you had been with me to hear him! It was the most AEolian thing ever caught from a night-breeze by the soul of a poet.
'But do not suppose me having headlong tendencies to the melting mood.
(The above, by the way, is a Pole settled in Paris, and he is to be introduced to me at Lady Pennon's.)--What do you say to my being invited by Mr.Whitmonby to aid him in writing leading articles for the paper he is going to conduct! "write as you talk and it will do," he says.

I am choosing my themes.