I understand there has scarcely been any summer in England, and this must necessarily have been adverse to you.

A gleam of fine weather would revive you by God's help.

Oh, that I could look in your face and say, 'God bless you!' as I feel it.

May God bless you, my dear, dear friend.
Our reason for not going to England has not been from caprice, but a cross in money matters.

A ship was to have brought us in something, and brought us in nothing instead, with a discount; the consequence of which is that we are transfixed at Florence, and unable even to 'fly to the mountains' as a refuge from the summer heat.