May God bless you both.
Your ever affectionate Sister, BA.
* * * * * _To Miss I.Blagden_ Villa Alberti, Siena: Wednesday [July-August 1859].
My ever dearest, kindest Isa,--I can't let another day go without writing just a word to you to say that I am alive enough to love you.

In fact, dear, I am a great deal better; no longer ground to dust with cough; able to sleep at nights; and preparing to-day to venture on a little minced chicken, which I have resisted all the advances of hitherto.

This proves my own opinion of myself, at least.

I am extremely weak, reeling when I ought to walk, and glad of an arm to steer by.

But the attack is over; the blister to the side, tell Dr.Gresonowsky, conquered the uneasiness there, and did me general good, I think.