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port to the Committee.

It is infinitely better than it was, but

on my second visit I had to find fault.



My intention was to return by your messenger, when he should come for the picture, some expression of my sense of your very great kindness in trusting it with me, together with this sonnet, but having since heard from my sister that it may be almost as long as I wish (no! it can't be so long) before you send such a messenger, I cannot defer thanking you beyond today, lest you should fancy me either struck dumb with the pleasure you conferred, or still worse, born an ungrateful person.

Pray, dear Sir, believe how different is the reality from the last supposition.


I have indeed looked at your picture until I lost my obligation to you in my admiration of your work, but in no other way have I been ungrateful. How could I be so? I have seen the great poet who reigns over us" twice, face to face, and by you I see him the third time. You have brought me Wordsworth and Helvellyn into this dark and solitary room. How should I not thank you? Judge for yourself, Mr. Haydon.

But you will judge the Sonnet, too, and will probably not acquit it. It confesses to speaking unworthily and weakly the feeling of the writer, but she is none the less your obliged ELIZABETH BARRETT.

P.S.-A letter from our mutual dear friend, Miss Mitford, says that Mr. Lucas had been talking to her rapturously of your cartoon, the cartoon which I have seen with my ears.

Mrs. BROWNING'S Sonnet on HAYDON'S Picture of WORDSWORTH, 1842.

"Wordsworth upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud

Ebb audibly along the mountain wind,
Then break against the rock, and show behind
The lowland vallies floating up to crowd


The sense with beauty. He with forehead bowed
And humble-lidded eyes, as one inclined
Before the sovran thoughts of his own mind,
And very meek with inspirations proud,
Takes here his rightful place as Poet-Priest
By the high altar, singing prayer and prayer
To the yet higher heavens. A vision free
And noble, Haydon, hath thine art releast.
No portrait this with academic air!
This is the poet and his poetry."

From the Secretary of LORD NELSON.

Brighton, 11th October, 1843.

I shall be most happy to give you all the information in my power relative to the Copenhagen affair, especially the circumstances attending that important event, the sending on shore in the midst of the action Lord Nelson's celebrated note addressed to the "Brothers of Englishmen, the Danes."

Lord Nelson wrote the note at the casing of the rudder head, and as he wrote I took a copy, both of us standing. The original was put in an envelope and sealed with his arms. At first I was going to secure it with a wafer, but he would not allow this to be done, observing that it "must be sealed," or the enemy "would think it was written and sent on shore in a hurry." The man I sent below for a light never returned, having been killed on his way.

To the best of my recollection the admiral wore a plain, blue sort of great coat, with epaulettes or gold lace, but on his breast were his several orders, and he wore a plain cocked hat.

Civilians in those days were not required to wear a uniform. My dress was a plain blue coat, blue trousers, with a white kerseymere waistcoat.

The decks, as you observe, were perfectly clear fore and aft, and the place where the note was written was on the extreme after part of the ship. Captain Foley commanded the "Elephant." Captain Thesiger, to the best of my remembrance, held no command, but was merely a volunteer on board Sir

Hyde Parker's flag-ship, and in consequence of his knowledge of Copenhagen and the Danish language he was considered the fittest officer to be entrusted with the flag of truce.

I shall be very glad to see you on Wednesday, and shall be delighted to give you any further information.

I am, dear Sir,


Extracts from Letters to his Wife.

Edinburgh, 13th March, 1846.

Yesterday I dined with old Mr. Cadell, the former partner with Constable, sole proprietor of the Waverley novels, and the possessor of all the manuscripts. He lives some eight miles out of Edinburgh. He has paid by the sale of the novels the greater portion of Sir Walter's debts, and he says there will be twenty shillings in the pound for everybody. Abbotsford is secured; and this old hero, Cadell, has made his own fortune out of the novels already. He has bought a splendid mansion, with six hundred acres of land, has a second wife, eight daughters, but no son. Six of the daughters are very pretty, blonde to perfection, fair silky hair, the finest complexions, and dark blue eyes. Watson Gordon, the portrait-painter, was there, an old friend of Wilkie's, and a Mr. Christie. After dinner out came the manuscripts of Waverley, and all the novels; and more beautiful manuscript I never saw. Shakespeare is said to have been the same; without a blot or a correction. Pages of little writing, line after line, and so close Walter's pages made sixteen pages of printing. pages a day, and hardly ever worked after I P.M. Scott could answer to his conscience for putting his hand to his heart and declaring to George IV. that he was not the author of " Waverley" is to me painful. From this sight of his manuscripts I will alter my style for the printer. Would you believe it, these invaluable manuscripts are in no way secured from fire. I startled Cadell by saying: " Why don't you se

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Sketched in the Painting-room from Life, Nov. 1816.

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