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which vary in different temperaments, and in the same temperament at
different times.

The first day of my arrival in Cheltenham I received a note from Miss
A----'s mother--a very touching expression of thanks for what she calls
my kindness to her child, full of anxiety about the training and guiding
of her mind and character, accepting with much gratitude my offer of
personal acquaintance with her daughter (personal acquaintance is an
excellent antidote to enthusiasms), whom she brought herself the next
day to see me.... In our conversation I insisted much on the importance
of physical training, and commended to her, after the highest of all
help (without which, indeed, none other can avail), systematic and
regular exercise, and systematic and sedulous occupation, both followed
as a positive duty; all possible sedatives for the mind and imagination;
and the utmost attention and care to all the physical functions. I gave
her the wisdom which I have bought; but she will buy her own, or I am
much mistaken.... I went on Sunday to the cathedral to hear afternoon
service, but was late, and did not get within the choir, but sat on a
chair in a lonely corner of the transept, and followed the service from
without the pale. Yesterday, at my usual hour for exercise, I went to
walk by the river; but rain came on, and I finished my walk under the
cloisters, which rang from end to end with the shrill shouts of a parcel
of school-boys, let out for their noon-day recess. Last night the
weather was fearful, a perfect storm of wind and rain, so that, though
my audience was small, I was agreeably surprised to find I had any at
all.

I have not seen the letter you refer to in the _Times_, but think it
very likely Charles Greville should write such a one, as I heard him say
he should give the public a piece of his mind on the subject, and he
occasionally does write in the _Times_, and his views are precisely what
you describe those of "Carolus" to be.

Good-bye, dear. I have a _bundle_ of violets from you this morning, for
which many thanks. Love to dear Dorothy.

Ever as ever yours,
FANNY.

18, ORCHARD STREET, December 7th.

I have no patience with letters at all, my dear Hal. I am conscious half
the time I write that I don't say clearly what I mean, and when I get
your answers, I have that