May God bless you! How sorry I am that you should have vexation on the top of more serious hurts to depress you.

Indeed, if it were not for the _other side of the tapestry_, it would seem not at all worth while for us to stand putting in more weary Gobelin stitches (till we turn into goblins) day after day, year after year, in this sad world.

For my part, I am ready at melancholy with anybody.

The air, mentally or physically considered, is very heavy for me here, and I long for the quiet of my Florence, where somehow it always has gone best with my life.

As to England, it affects me so, in body, soul, and circumstances, that if I could not get away soon, I should be provoked, I think, into turning monster and _hating_ the whole island, which shocks you so to hear, that you will be provoked into not loving me, perhaps, and _that_ would really be too hard, after all.
The best news I can give you is that Robert has printed the first half volume of his poems, and that the work looks better than ever in print, as all true work does brought into the light.