his literary and national susceptibilities by a doubt even. I, not being so humane, thought that any suffering reader would be justified (under the rack-wheel) in crying out against such a book, as the dullest, heaviest, stupidest, lengthiest.  Did you ever read it?  If not, don’t.  When a father-in-law imitates Scott, and a son-in-law imitates his father-in-law, think of the consequences!  Robert, in his zeal for Italy and against Eugene Sue, tried to persuade me at first (this was before the scene with your professor) that ’really, Ba, it wasn’t so bad,’ ‘really you are too hard to be pleased,’ and so on; but after two or three chapters, the dullness grew too strong for even his benevolence, and the yawning catastrophe (supposed to be peculiar to the ‘Guida’) overthrew him as completely as it ever did me, though we both resolved to hold on by the stirrup to the end of the two volumes.  The catalogue of the library (for observe that we subscribe now—­the object is attained!) offers a most melancholy insight into the actual literature of Italy.  Translations, translations, translations from third and fourth and fifth rate French and English writers, chiefly French; the roots of thought, here in Italy, seem dead in the ground.  It is well that they have great memories—­nothing else lives.

We have had the kindest of letters from dear noble Mr. Kenyon; who, by the way, speaks of you as we like to hear him.  Dickens is going to Paris for the winter, and Mrs. Butler[151] (he adds) is expected in London.  Dear Mr. Kenyon calls me ‘crotchety,’ but Robert ’an incarnation of the good and the true,’ so that I have everything to thank him for.  There are noble people who take the world’s side and make it seem ‘for the nonce’ almost respectable; but he gives up all the talk and fine schemes about money-making, and allows us to wait to see whether we want it or not—­the money, I mean.

It is Monday, and I am only finishing this note.  In the midst came letters from my sisters, making me feel so glad that I could not write.  Everybody is well and happy, and dear papa in high spirits and having people to dine with him every day, so that I have not really done anyone harm in doing myself all this good.  It does not indeed bring us a step nearer to the forgiveness, but to hear of his being in good spirits makes me inclined to jump, with Gerardine.[152] Dear Geddie!  How pleased I am to hear of her being happy, particularly (perhaps) as she is not too happy to forget me.  Is all that glory of art making her very ambitious to work and enter into the court of the Temple?...

Robert’s love to you both.  We often talk of our prospect of meeting you again.  And for the past, dearest Aunt Nina, believe of me that I feel to you more gratefully than ever I can say, and remain, while I live,

Your faithful and affectionate
BA.

[Footnote 151:  Better known as Fanny Kemble.]