Thank you for your long and entertaining letter, and for the copy of the second edition of “Shakespeare’s Women.”  You cannot think how extremely popular you are in this country.  A lady assured me the other day, that when you went to heaven, which you certainly would, Shakespeare would meet you and kiss you for having understood, and made others understand, him so well.  If ever you do come to this side of that deep, dividing ditch, which you speak of as not an improbable event, you will find as much admiration waiting for you here as you can have left behind; whether it is equally valuable, it is for you to judge....  I have seen Niagara since last I wrote to you, and it was in a balcony almost overhanging it that I saw your husband, and that he gave me long accounts of your literary plans.

Dear Mrs. Jameson, this is a short and stupid letter, but I have been working awfully hard, and have not been well for the past month, and am not capable of much exertion.  It is quite a novelty to me, and not an agreeable one, to feel myself weak, and worn out, and good for nothing.  Good-by; write to me from some of your halting-places, and believe me ever yours truly,

F. A. K.

I noted the altered frontispiece of my little book.

BOSTON, April 16, 1834. 
DEAR MRS. JAMESON,

I received a kind and interesting letter from you, dated “Munich,” some time past, and lately another from London, telling me of the alarm you experienced with regard to your father’s health, and your sudden return from Germany, which I regretted very much, for selfish as well as sympathetic motives.  You were not only enjoying yourself there, but were gathering materials for the enjoyment of others; and I am as loath to lose the benefit of your labors as sorry that your pleasant holiday was thus interrupted.

It is now probable, unless the Atlantic should like me better going than it did coming, and that it should take me to its bosom, that I may be in London in July, when I hope I shall find you there....  I am coming back to England, after all, and shall, I think, remain on the stage another year....

I received, a few days ago, a letter from dear H——­, in which she mentioned that you had an intention of writing a memoir or biographical sketch of “the Kemble family,” in which, if I understood her right, you thought of introducing the notice which you wrote for Hayter’s drawings of me in Juliet.  She said that you wished to know whether I had any objection or dislike to your doing so, and I answered directly to yourself, “None in the world.”  I had but one fault to find with that notice of me, that it was far too full of praise; I thought it so sincerely.  But, without wishing to enter into any discussion about my merits or your partiality, I can only repeat that you are free to write of me what you will, and as you will; but, for your own sake, I wish