Now think of Carlyle--unpensioned! Why, if we sate here in rags, we wouldn't press in for an obolus before Belisarius.

Mrs.Sartoris has been here on her way to Rome, spending most of her time with us--singing passionately and talking eloquently.
She is really charming.

May God bless and keep you and love you, beloved friend! Love your own affectionate BA.
May it be Robert's love?
* * * * * _To Miss Browning_ [Florence:] November 11, 1854 [postmark].
My dearest Sarianna,--I shall be writing my good deeds in water to-day with this mere pretence at inks.[37] We are all well, though it is much too cold for me--a horrible tramontana which would create a cough under the ribs of death, and sets me coughing a little in the morning.

I am afraid it's to be a hard winter again this year--or harder than last year's.

We began fires on the last day of October, after the most splendid stretch of spring, summer, and autumn I ever remember.