To rest after work, what more than rest that always is! Write to us often--do! We are not in Italy, and you have no excuse for even _seeming_ to forget us.

We are full in sight still, remember.
Are you aware that Carlyle travelled with us to Paris?
He left a deep impression with me.

It is difficult to conceive of a more interesting human soul, I think.

All the bitterness is love with the point reversed.
He seems to me to have a profound sensibility--so profound and turbulent that it unsettles his general sympathies.

Do you guess what I mean the least in the world?
or is it as dark as my writings are of course?
I hope on every account you will have no increase of domestic care.