Saturday.
October 18, 1845.
I must not go on tearing these poor sheets one after the other, – – the proper phrases will not come, – – so let them stay, while you care for my best interests in their best, only way, and say for me what I would say if I could – – dearest, – – say it, as I feel it!
I am thankful to hear of the continued improvement of your brother. So may it continue with him! Pulses I know very little about – – I go by your own impressions which are evidently favourable.
I will make a note as you suggest – – or, perhaps, keep it for the closing number (the next), when it will come fitly in with two or three parting words I shall have to say. The Rabbis make Bells and Pomegranates symbolical of Pleasure and Profit, the gay and the grave, the Poetry and the Prose, Singing and Sermonizing – – such a mixture of effects as in the original hour (that is quarter of an hour) of confidence and creation. I meant the whole should prove at last. Well, it has succeeded beyond my most adventurous wishes in one respect – – ‘Blessed eyes mine eyes have been, if – – ‘ if there was any sweetness in the tongue or flavour in the seeds to her. But I shall do quite other and better things, or shame on me! The proof has not yet come . . .. I should go, I suppose, and enquire this afternoon – – and probably I will.
I weigh all the words in your permission to come on Monday . . . do not think I have not seen that contingency from the first! Let it be Tuesday – – no sooner! Meanwhile you are never away – – never from your place here.
God bless my dearest.
Ever yours
R.B.