2138.  RB to EBB

As published in The Brownings’ Correspondence, 11, 240–241.


Monday Morning. [Postmark: 15 December 1845]

Every word you write goes to my heart and lives there: let us live so, and die so, if God will. I trust many years hence to begin telling you what I feel now;—that the beam of the light will have reached you!—meantime it is here. Let me kiss your forehead, my sweetest, dearest.


Wednesday I am waiting for—how waiting for!

After all, it seems probable that there was no intentional mischief in that jeweller’s management of the ring—the divided gold must have been exposed to fire,—heated thoroughly, perhaps,—and what became of the contents then! [1] Well, all is safe now, and I go to work again of course—my next act is just done,—that is, being done—but, what I did not foresee, I cannot bring it, copied, by Wednesday, as my sister went this morning on a visit for the week–

On the matters, the others, I will not think, as you bid me,—if I can help, at least. But your kind, gentle, good sisters!—and the provoking sorrow of the right meaning at bottom of the wrong doing—wrong to itself and its plain purpose—and meanwhile, the real tragedy and sacrifice of a life!

If you should see Mr Kenyon, and can find if he will be disengaged on Wednesday evening .. I shall be glad to go in that case.

But I have been writing, as I say, and will leave off this, for the better communing with you: don’t imagine I am unwell,—I feel quite well—but a little tired, and the thought of you waits in such readiness! So, may God bless you, beloved! I am all your own


Address: Miss Barrett, / 50 Wimpole St

Postmark: PD 8NT DE15 1845 B.

Docket, in EBB’s hand: 85.

Publication: RB-EBB, p. 321.

Manuscript: Wellesley College.

1. See letter 2119, note 4.


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