My dear Sir, — Many thanks for your beautiful present. Beautiful as it is, the scrap of your writing in the first page is more valuable to me than the finest engraving in the volume.
The poems, as far as I have yet examined them, are all such as I have long known and admired. But such a series of illustrations I never saw or expected to see. I used to say that if your "Italy" were dug up in some Pompeii or Herculaneum two thousand years hence, it would give to posterity a higher idea of the state of arts amongst us than anything else which lay in an equally small compass. But Italy is nothing to the new volume. Everybody says the same. I am charged with several copies for ladies in India. How the publishers of the annuals must hate you. You have certainly spoiled the market for one year at least.