She has fifty-six pounds a year, and can scarcely live on it in England, and inquires if she could live in any family in Florence.

I fear to recommend her to come so far on such means.

Robert's love.

_May God bless you and keep you! Love me._ * * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ Florence: October 19, 1854.
I will try not to be overjoyed, my dear, dearest Miss Mitford, but, indeed, it is difficult to refrain from catching at hope with both hands.

If the general health will but rally, there is nothing fatal about a spine disease.