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 108 see by the enclosed account that the remaining number of drawings which you gave me orders for is eighteen. I will finish these with all possible expedition, if indeed I have not tired you, or, as it is politely called, bored you too much already; or, if you would rather cry out : "Enough, off, off!" Tell me in a letter of forgiveness if you were offended, and of accustomed friendship if you were not. But I will bore you more with some verses which my wife desires me to copy out and send you with her kind love and respect. They were composed above a twelvemonth ago, while walking from Felpham to Lavant, to meet my sister :

With happiness stretch'd across the hills,

In a cloud that dewy sweetness distills,

With a blue sky spread over with wings,

And a mild sun that mounts & sings ;

With trees & fields, full of Fairy elves,

And little devils who fight for themselves —

Remembering the Verses that Hayley sung

When my heart knock'd against the root of my tongue —

With Angels planted in Hawthorn bowers,

And God Himself in the passing hours ;

With Silver Angels across my way.

And Golden demons that none can stay;

With my Father hovering upon the wind.

And my Brother Robert just behind.

And my Brother John, the evil one,

In a black cloud making his mone ;