ABSTRACT
Ruskin's volume1 is out, and I have seen it for a moment or two, just seen four of my own scraps in it, and a word or two in the preface about me, which delighted me. It implies no praise whatever of power or skill, but just says that my help has been, what I hope nearly everyone's is, 'disinterested.' It is a great pleasure to me that he should have thought of mentioning me, and I am perfectly satisfied with what he says. The kind of work is worth very little, and one knows it is tolerably well done, or he would not have said so to me, or used it; but I know no more of what he thinks about my work than I did before.
