DEAR Miss
W.—There can be none to whom the last volume of W. W. has come more welcome than to me. I have traced the
Duddon in thought and with repetition along the banks (alas!) of the
Lea—(unpoetical name); it is always flowing and murmuring and dashing in my
ears. The story of Dion is divine—the genius of Plato falling on him like moonlight—the finest thing ever
expressed. Then there is Elidure and
Kirkstone Pass—the last not new to
me—and let me add one of the sweetest of them all to me,
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