You can scarcely imagine how fine an old man he is; how clear of head and warm of heart.

He almost wept over your letter to-day, and reads your book with singular delight and satisfaction, in spite of the difference in politics.

He feels strongly, and so, I assure you, do I, your kind mention of me and my poor writings--a sort of testimony always gratifying, but doubly so when the distinguished writer is a dear friend.

Even in this desolation, your success--that of your last work [_Paris and the Parisians_] especially must be satisfactory to you.

I have no doubt that two volumes on Italy will prove equally delightful to your readers, whilst the journey will be the best possible remedy for all that you have suffered in spirits and health.
"I am attempting a novel, for which Messieurs Saunders and Ottley have agreed to give 700_l_.