‘My dear Friend,—How could you entrust me with anything so precious, so invaluable, that when I leave it I run back to see that it is not lost? The work of two kindred minds which nor time nor chance could sever, long may it live, a monument of all that is beautiful, and long may they live to charm and to instruct when I am gone and forgotten.
‘What may not be done by the pen and the pencil when two hearts are called in to mediate.’