Warren's analysis of my MS. is rather wonderful to me. Though not wholly
correct (as I think, and as I will expound to you one day) it seems to me
yet as exact as most of my friends who know me best could draw out from
their personal knowledge. Some of his guesses (though partly right) hit
upon traits of character I should conceive quite out of all possibility
of solution from mere handwriting. I can understand that a man should
guess at one's temperament, whether lively or slow; at one's habit of
thought, whether diffuse or logical; at one's Will, whether strong and
direct or feeble and timid. But whether one distrusts men, and yet
trusts friends? Half of this is true, at all events. Then I cannot
conceive how a man should see in handwriting such an accident as whether
one knew much of Books or men; and in this point it is very doubtful if
Warren is right. But, take it all in all, his analysis puzzles me much.
I have sent it to old Jem Spedding the Wise. You shall have it again.
If my Mother should remain at this place you must one day come and see
her and it with me. She would be very glad to receive you. Richmond and
all its environs are very beautiful, and very interesting; haunted by the
memory of Princes, Wits, and Beauties.
_To E. B. Cowell_.
BOULGE, _Saturday_, [1849].