I believe in no waiting in the grave, and in no vague effluence of spirit in a formless vapour.

But you'll be tired with 'what I believe.' I have been to the other side of Florence to call on Mrs.Trollope, on purpose that I might talk to her of you, but she was not at home, though she has returned from the Baths of Lucca.

From what I hear, she appears to be well, and has recommenced her 'public mornings,' which we shrink away from.

She 'receives' every Saturday morning in the most heterogeneous way possible.

It must be amusing to anybody not overwhelmed by it, and people say that she snatches up 'characters' for her 'so many volumes a year' out of the diversities of masks presented to her on these occasions.