The pitiful cry of 'invasion' is the continuation of that hound's cry, observe.

Must we live and bear?
* * * * * _To Miss E.F.

Haworth_ Villa Alberti, Siena: August 24, 1859 [postmark].
Dearest Fanny,--This is only to say that I wrote to you before your letter reached me, directing mine simply to the post-office of Cologne, and that I write now lest what went before should miss for want of the more specific address.

Thank you, dear friend, for caring to hear of my health; _that_, at least, _is_ pleasant.

I keep recovering strength by air, quiet, and asses' milk, and by hope for Italy, which consolidates itself more and more.
You will wonder at me, but these public affairs have half killed me.