uty or use.

"Mr. Hayley received us with his usual brotherly affection. I have
begun to work. Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is
more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her
golden gates; her windows are not obstructed by vapors; voices of
celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard, and their forms
more distinctly seen; and my cottage is also a shadow of their
houses. My wife and sister are both well, courting Neptune for an
embrace.

"Our journey was very pleasant; and though we had a great deal of
luggage, no grumbling. All was cheerfulness and good-humor on the
road, and yet we could not arrive at our cottage before half-past
eleven at night, owing to the necessary shifting of our luggage
from one chaise to another; for we had seven different chaises,
and as many different drivers. We set out between six and seven in
the morning of Thursday, with sixteen heavy boxes and portfolios
full of prints.

"And now begins a new life, because another covering of earth is
shaken off. I am more famed in heaven for my works than I could
well conceive. In my brain are studies and chambers filled with
books and pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of
Eternity, before my mortal life, and those works are the delight
and study of archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the
riches or fame of mortality? The Lord our Father will do for us
and with us according to Ins Divine will, for our good.

"You, O dear Flaxman, are a sublime archangel,--my friend and
companion from Eternity. In the Divine bosom is our
dwelling-place. I look back into the regions of reminiscence, and
behold our ancient days, before this earth appeared in its
vegetated mortality to my mortal vegetated eyes. I see our houses
of eternity, which can never be separated, though our mortal
vehicles should stand at the remotest corners of heaven from each
other.

"Farewell, my best friend! Remember me and my wife in love and
friendship to our dear Mrs. Flaxman, whom we ardently desire to
entertain beneath our thatched roof of rusted gold. And believe me
forever to remain your grateful and affectionate

"WILLIAM BLAKE."

Other associations than spiritual ones mingle with the Felpham sojourn.
A drunken soldier one day broke into his garden, and, being great of