There seems to be a real heart-union between the peoples.
What a grand thing the Napoleon loan is! It has struck the English with admiration.
I heard, too, among other English news, that Walter Savage Landor, who has just kept his eightieth birthday, and is as young and impetuous as ever, has caught the whooping cough by way of an illustrative accident.
Kinglake ('E[=o]then') came home from the Crimea (where he went out and fought as an amateur) with fever, which has left one lung diseased.

He is better, however....
Dearest Mrs.Martin, dearest friends, be both of you well and strong.
Shall we not meet in Paris this early summer?
May God bless you! Your ever affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Mrs.Jameson_ Florence: February 24, 1855.
The devil (say charitable souls) is not as bad as he is painted, and even I, dearest Mona Nina, am better than I seem.

In the first place, let me make haste to say that I _never received_ the letter you sent me to Rome with the information of your family affliction, and that, if I had, it could never have remained an unnoticed letter.

I am not so untender, so unsympathising, not so brutal--let us speak out.

I lost several letters in Rome, besides a good deal of illusion.