I hear that Mr.
Apthorp was struck with the 'brilliant conversation between you and Miss Cobbe.' You made an impression too, on Mrs.Apthorp.
Oh, Isa, how I should like to be with you in our Florence to-day.

Yes, yes, I think of you.

Here the day is gloomy, and with a sprinkling now and then of rain.

I trust you may have more sun.

God bless the city and the hills, and the people who dwell therein! I have just sent a lyric to Thackeray for his magazine.[85] He begged me for something long ago.