I care not to analyse it. I return to my
patriarch. With Joseph before him, the father, who had refused to be
comforted when he thought his son was dead, gathered up his feet into
the bed and slept.
CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN GEORGE LUCY M.A., AND HIS GODCHILD, HERMIONE
RUSSELL, B.A.
My Dear Hermione,--I have sent you my little volume of verse
translations into English, and you will find appended a few attempts at
Latin and Greek renderings of favourite English poems. You must tell me
what you think of them, and you must not spare a single blunder or
inelegance. I do not expect any reviews, and if there should be none it
will not matter, for I proposed to myself nothing more than my own
amusement and that of my friends. I would rather have thoroughly good
criticism from you than a notice, even if it were laudatory, from a
magazine or a newspaper. You have worked hard at your Latin and Greek
since we read Homer and Virgil, and you have had better instruction than
I had at Winchester. These trifles were published about three months
ago, but I purposely did not send you a copy then.
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