I read little now because my eyes are both dim-sighted and very irritable; but your book will just suit me, as it is not a continuous tale, but a succession of tales, each of which is perfect in itself, and I hope to read it bit by bit without worrying my enfeebled powers of sight.
I meant to have thanked you in an autograph, but there has been a sudden change in the atmosphere, which is dark, heavy and wet, and when there is a defect of light I am almost constrained to dictate my letters to my _factotum_.
I am delighted, too, with the single sheet containing verses addressed to yourself.

The first copy by Bishop Wordsworth appears to me quite admirable from the beauty and simplicity of his Latin; and the other copies are good in their way.
I dare say you have seen the short verses he wrote on the death of his first wife.

They are of Roman brevity and of exquisite tenderness.
One of the very pleasant days of my life was spent in a visit to the small country living of Mr.Dawes of Downing, afterwards Dean of Hereford.

Your late brother was one of the happy party.

We returned together to Cambridge at a rattling pace, and I am not sure that I ever saw his face afterwards, for very soon he had a bilious attack which induced him to seek health in his native country, and, alas! he sought it in vain, for he sickened and died, to the deep sorrow of all his friends .-- I remain, my dear Dean, very truly and gratefully yours, A.SEDGWICK.
* * * * * PROFESSOR SEDGWICK to Rev.Mr.MALCOLM.
Trinity College, Cambridge, January 18, 1873.
My dear Mr.Malcolm--The infirmity of my sight compels me to dictate this letter to one who often writes for me.