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reet. Maclise is a handsome and fine fellow, I think: and Landseer is very good natured. I long for my old Alfred portrait here sometimes: but you had better keep it for the present. W. Browne and Spedding are with me, good representatives one of the Vita Contemplativa, the other of the Vita Attiva. Spedding, if you tell him this, will not allow that he has not the elements of Action in him: nor has he not: nor has not the other those of contemplation: but each inclines a different way notwithstanding. I wish you and Spedding could come down here: though there is little to see, and to eat. When you write you must put _Woodbridge_ after Boulge. This letter of yours went to Bury St. Edmunds, for want of that. I hear Alfred Tennyson is in very good looks: mind and paint him _quickly_ when he comes to town; looking full at you. _To Bernard Barton_. 19 CHARLOTTE ST., RATHBONE PLACE. [1844.] DEAR BARTON, I got here but yesterday, from Bedford, where I left W. Browne in train to be married to a rich woman. When I heard that they could not have less than five hundred a year, I gave up all further interest in the matter: for I could not wish a reasonable couple more. W. B. may be spoilt if he grows rich: that is the only thing could spoil him. This time ten years I first went to ride and fish with him about the river Ouse--he was then 18--quick to love and quick to fight--full of confidence, generosity, and the glorious spirit of Youth. . . . I shall go to Church and hope he mayn't be defiled with the filthy pitch. Oh! if we could be brought to open our eyes. I repent in ashes for reviling the Daddy who wrote that Sonnet against damned Riches. I heard a man preach at Bedford in a way that shook my soul. He described the crucifixion in a way that put the scene before his people--no fine words, and metaphors: but first one nail struck into one hand, and then into another, and one through both feet--the cross lifted up with God in man's image distended upon it. And the sneers of the priests below--'Look at that fellow there--look at him--he talked of saving others, etc.' And then the sun veiled his face in Blood, etc. I certainly have heard oratory now--of the Lord Chatham kind, only Matthews has more faith in Christ than Pitt in his majority. I was almost as much taken aback as the poor folks all about me who sobbed: and I hate this beastly London more and more. It stinks all through of churchyards
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