Did I tell you that Jessie Mario had written to me from Romagna?  You know, in any case, that she and her husband were arrested subsequently and sent into Switzerland.  The other day I had two printed letters from the newspaper ‘Evening Star,’ enclosed to me by herself or her brother, I suppose—­one the production of her husband, and one of Brofferio the advocate.  I thought both were written in a detestable spirit, attempting to throw an odium on the governments of central Italy, which they should all three have rather died in their own poor personal reputations than have wished to hazard under present circumstances.  Mazzini and his party have only to keep still, if indeed they do not desire to swamp the great Italian cause.  Every movement made by them is a gain to Austria—­a clear gain.  Every word spoken by them, even if it applaud us, goes against the cause!  Whoever has a conscience among them, let him consider this and be still....

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To Miss E.F.  Haworth

Casa Guidi:  November 2 [1859].

My dearest Fanny,—­I this moment receive your letter, and hasten to answer it lest I should be too late for you in Paris.  Dear Fanny, you seem in a chronic transitional state; it’s always crisis with you.  I can’t advise; but I do rather wonder that you don’t go at once to England and see your friends till you can do your business....  You can get at pictures in England and at artistic society also if you please; and making a slancio into Germany or to Paris would not be impossible to you occasionally.

Does this advice sound too disinterested on my part?  Never think so.  We only stand ourselves on one foot in Florence—­forced to go away in the summer; forced to go away in the winter.  Robert was so persuaded even last winter (before my illness) of my being better at Rome that he would have taken an apartment there and furnished it, except that I prevented him.  Then we have calls from the north, and on most summers we must be in England and Paris.  To stay on through the summer in Florence is impossible to us at least.  Think of thermometers being a hundred and two in the shade this year!  So I consider your case dispassionately, and conclude we are not worth your consideration in reference to prospects connected with any place.  We are rolling stones gathering no moss.  There’s no use for anyone to run after us; but we may roll anyone’s way.  I say this, penetrated by your affectionate feeling for us.  May God bless you and keep you, my dear friend.