ABSTRACT
I must suppose you have heard all the news, because if not I should not know where to begin or end. St. Michael is finished, and I believe it to be very beautiful. I am now beginning the most beautiful thing by Trench. I am reading Ruskin, and had before no idea how intensely delightful it is to read him. I do not know what to read first—Ruskin's books, Mr. Maurice's, or poems for illuminations. You will, I suppose, find us at Russell Place when you return. Will it not be strange? I am sorry my holidays are so near. I am so fond of my pupils, and shall not like giving up my classes.
