| 5 Sept. 1866.

My beloved

I bow to the earth before your immensity, whatever part you may condescend to act, that of the infinitely small or the infinitely grand.

I am much belaboured by who can hardly stand the separation of from he has put his mind upon. If he knew her as well as I do—he would of course be still more Calypso, qui ne pouvait se consoler du départ d'Ulysse. She may be a Calypso, but he is not an Ulysses, with all that. A spoony fellah rather. However, he deserves some praise at my hands. He has worked not less hard as a tailor at certain | gymnastic apparatus you are to y // use. Last, not least, he affects great attention to the scientifick gabble I affect to treat him with, although he and myself are far away from the scene of that mental entertainment.

The day before yesterday were here, and too. , on the pretext of having to communicate him some gymnastic trick, told him “secretly”, and discreetly, of course, he must stop that fountain of saliva which, while smoking, he is in the habit of inundating the chimney with. When both returned from the kitchen, where the secret communication was taking place, our poor Negrillo looked rather downcast, and behaved like a “good guy boy ”.

In fact, I like the boy. At the same time, I feel rather jealous of his encroachments upon .

Don't forget to write me immediately what you have to pay per week.

The damned weather. I hope it will still mend.

Yours $\frac{0}{\infty }$