I don't like this statue colouring--no, not at all.
Dearest Miss Mitford, will you write to me?
I don't ask for a long letter, but a letter--a letter.

And I entreat you not to _prepay_.

Among other disadvantages, that prepaying tendency of yours may lose me a letter one day.

I want much to hear how you are bearing the winter--how you are.

Give me details about your dear self.
[_The remainder of this letter is missing_] * * * * * _To Mr.Westwood_ 43 Via Bocca di Leone, Rome: February 2, [1854].
Thank you, my dear Mr.Westwood, for your kind defence of me against the stupid, blind, cur-dog backbiting of the American writer.