I heartily rejoice that you have decided at last about the other house, so as to avoid the danger of another autumn and winter in the damp.

Do you write still for Mr.Chorley's periodical, and how does it go on?
Here in Italy the fame of it does not penetrate.

As for Venice, you can't get even a 'Times,' much less an 'Athenaeum.' We comfort ourselves by taking a box at the opera (the whole box on the ground tier, mind) for two shillings and eightpence English.
Also, every evening at half-past eight, Robert and I are sitting under the moon in the great piazza of St.Mark, taking excellent coffee and reading the French papers.

Can you fancy me so?
You will receive a copy of my new poem, 'Casa Guidi Windows,' soon after this note.

I have asked Sarianna Browning to see that you receive it safely.