We got here this morning; most of us sick, but not I: not evidently sick,
I mean. Here the sun shines, and people go about in their cars or stand
idle, just the same as ever. 'Repeal' is faintly chalked on a wall here
and there. I have been to see a desperate collection of pictures by the
Royal Academy: among them old unsaleables by Maclise and Uwins.
What I write for however is to say that the first volume of Titmarsh's
Ireland is at 39 Portland Place; and that I wish you would ask for it
there and get it. Keep the two volumes for a time. It is all true. I
ordered a bath here when I got in: the waiter said it was heated to 90
degrees, but it was scalding: he next locked me up in the room instead of
my locking him out.
Keep an eye on the little Titian, and I shall really make the venture of
borrowing 30 pounds to invest in it. Tell Rochard you must have it. I
may never be able to get a bit of Titian in my life again: and I shall
doubtless learn to admire it properly in time.
_To F. Tennyson_.
HALVERSTOWN, KILCULLEN, IRELAND.
[? _July_ 1843.]