14th Novr
My Dear Henry
How I grieve over the trees! & the old elms! & the young Tulip tree! It puts me in mind of that comparison in Homer, of a young Warrior killed on the plains of Troy – It begins
“As the young Olive in some sylvan scene
Crowned with . . . . . . . . eternal green
Lifts the tall head with snowy blossoms fair
and plays & dances to the gentle air
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .
a lovely ruin now defaced & dead!
I forget the intermediate lines
With what acharnement 1 the Times 2 pursues the Duke of Sussex, 3 did you see this?
“The Literary Duke”
Date Obolum Belisario 4
The P.R.S. 5 is nought to me
Unless you grant me L.S.D. 6
I have been very ill for a fortnight & am just now beginning to recover – I received your last Letter 7 one day that I was particularly unwell, & I cannot tell you the gleam of pleasure that it gave me to find you were so pleased with the Anglo Saxon Dictionary. 8
I wish you were coming sooner than the 25th because I hope to leave town the 27th & your meuble 9 is waiting & cannot be finished till you have settled several thin<gs> about it, which we <should> do together –
Henry Fox Talbot
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