I give away Penini's love as I please just now.
Your ever affectionate E.B.B.
Send my bulletins; only _two lines_ if you will.
* * * * * _To Miss Browning_ [Rome: about March, 1854.] My dearest Sarianna,--We are all well, and so is the weather, which is diviner.

We sit with the windows wide open, and find it almost too warm, and to-day Robert and I have been wandering under the trees of the Pincio and looking to the Monte Marino pine.

Let the best come, I don't like Rome, I never shall; and as they have put into the English newspapers that I don't, I might as well acknowledge the barbarism.

Very glad I shall be to see you and Paris, even though my beloved Florence shall be left behind.

Dearest Sarianna, after a short rest at Paris, we go on to London for the printing of Robert's book (mine won't be ready till later in the year), and for the sight of some dear English faces while the weather shall admit of it, before we settle for the winter in France.