except Miss Garrow’s ... a young lady who wrote verses for Lady Blessington’s annuals ... and who was the only other female rhymer he had had the misfortune of attending.  And she was to die in two years, though she was dancing quadrilles then (and has lived to do the same by the polka), and I, of course, much sooner, if I did not ponder these things, and amend my ways, and take to reading ’a course of history’!!  Indeed I do not exaggerate.  And just so, for a long while I was persecuted and pestered ... vexed thoroughly sometimes ... my own family, instructed to sing the burden out all day long—­until the time when the subject was suddenly changed by my heart being broken by that great stone that fell out of Heaven.  Afterwards I was let do anything I could best ... which was very little, until last year—­and the working, last year, did much for me in giving me stronger roots down into life, ... much.  But think of that absurd reasoning that went before!—­the niaiserie of it!  For, granting all the premises all round, it is not the utterance of a thought that can hurt anybody; while only the utterance is dependent on the will; and so, what can the taking away of an inkstand do?  Those physicians are such metaphysicians!  It’s curious to listen to them.  And it’s wise to leave off listening:  though I have met with excessive kindness among them, ... and do not refer to Dr. Chambers in any of this, of course.

I am very glad you went to Chelsea—­and it seemed finer afterwards, on purpose to make room for the divine philosophy.  Which reminds me (the going to Chelsea) that my brother Henry confessed to me yesterday, with shame and confusion of face, to having mistaken and taken your umbrella for another belonging to a cousin of ours then in the house.  He saw you ... without conjecturing, just at the moment, who you were.  Do you conjecture sometimes that I live all alone here like Mariana in the moated Grange?  It is not quite so—­:  but where there are many, as with us, every one is apt to follow his own devices—­and my father is out all day and my brothers and sisters are in and out, and with too large a public of noisy friends for me to bear, ... and I see them only at certain hours, ... except, of course, my sisters.  And then as you have ‘a reputation’ and are opined to talk generally in blank verse, it is not likely that there should be much irreverent rushing into this room when you are known to be in it.

The flowers are ... so beautiful!  Indeed it was wrong, though, to send me the last.  It was not just to the lawful possessors and enjoyers of them.  That it was kind to me I do not forget.

You are too teachable a pupil in the art of obliterating—­and omne ignotum pro terrifico ... and therefore I won’t frighten you by walking to meet you for fear of being frightened myself.

So good-bye until Tuesday.  I ought not to make you read all this, I know, whether you like to read it or not:  and I ought not to have written it, having no better reason than because I like to write on and on. You have better reasons for thinking me very weak—­and I, too good ones for not being able to reproach you for that natural and necessary opinion.