seen a world of beauty; and that this might be the opening to a more glorious path; and that I would give years, if I could bring to Ruskin "the peace which passeth all understanding"?
March 19th, 1855.
To Emily.
I ought to have written yesterday; but, as I cannot write on Saturdays, I thought it was well to get to the right days again. You must not think it unkind, if I do not write to you again, as Mr. Ruskin has lately sent us some work to do. Of course I wish to do it; so, as there is other work wanted, I shall have to do it in the evening. Mr. Maurice also will be home on Wednesday; and I am not sure that we shall not be admitted to two meetings there are to be … Tell F. her kettle mourns day and night at its loneliness, and muses over its utter uselessness; and the bookcase looks sadly dejected, but it has not told me the reason.
Don't expect a merry letter to-night. I am rather dejected. … I often wish now I were quite free and could work at what I liked. … It requires a strong heart to go on working, without anyone caring whether you are longing to do anything else. I am going to work all the Fast[1] day at Ruskin's things; and God give me a brave heart, for I am sure nothing else can.
Dear child, I hope you are happy and enjoying the country very much. I long to see Mr. Maurice again. When I do, I shall have more to tell you, if I have time to write. I am very wretched. I am not to
- ↑ During the Crimean War.
