'O you little pet, _dive_ me one chance more! I will really be dood,' and learning everything by magnetism, getting on in seven weeks, for instance, to read French quite surprisingly.

He has written a poem on the war and the peace, called 'Soldiers going and coming,' which Robert and I thought so remarkable that I sent it to Mr.Forster.

Oh, such a darling, that child is! I expect the wings to grow presently.
As for my poem (far below Penini's), I work on steadily and have put in order and transcribed five books, containing in all above six thousand lines ready for the press.

I have another book to put together and transcribe, and then must begin the composition part of one or two more books, I suppose.

I must be ready for printing by the time we go to England, in June.