Now I must end here.

Post hour strikes.

God bless you.
Do love me as much as you can, always, and think how I am your ever affectionate BA.
Our darling is well; thank God.
* * * * * _To Mrs.Jameson_ [Paris]: 138 Avenue des Ch.-Elysees: April 12, Monday, 1852.
Your letter was pleasant and not so pleasant, dearest Monna Nina; for it was not so pleasant indeed to hear how ill you had been--and yet to be lifted into the hope, or rather certainty, of seeing you next week pleased us extremely of course, and the more that your note through Lady Lyell had thrown us backward into a slough of despond and made me sceptical as to your coming here at all....
What a beautiful Paris it is! I walked out a little yesterday with Robert, and we both felt penetrated with the sentiment of southern life as we watched men, women, and children sitting out in the sun, taking wine and coffee, and enjoying their _fete_ day with good happy faces.
The mixture of classes is to me one of the most delicious features of the South, and you have it here exactly as in Italy.

The colouring too, the brightness, even the sun--oh, come and enjoy it all with us.

We have had a most splendid spring beginning with February.