God deliver us all, I must pray, and by almost any means.
As to your Ministry, I don't expect very much from it.

Lord Aberdeen, 'put on' to Lord John, is using the drag uphill.

They will do just as little as they can, be certain.
Think of my submitting at last to the conjugal will and cod's liver oil--yes, and think of its doing me good.

The cough was nearly, if not quite, gone because of the climate, before I took the oil, but it does me good by making me gain in flesh.

I am much less thin, and very well, and dearest Robert triumphant.
* * * * * _To Mrs.Jameson_ Florence: April 12, [1853].
The comfort is, my ever loved friend, that here is spring--summer, as translated into Italy--if fine weather is to set you up again.