_Februar den_ 3_en_ 1890.
_Dampfer Lübeck zwischen Apia und Sydney_.
MY DEAR CHARLES,—I have got one delightful letter from you, and heard
from my mother of your kindness in going to see her. Thank you for that:
you can in no way more touch and serve me. . . . Ay, ay, it is sad to
sell 17; sad and fine were the old days: when I was away in Apemama, I
wrote two copies of verse about Edinburgh and the past, so ink black, so
golden bright. I will send them, if I can find them, for they will say
something to you, and indeed one is more than half addressed to you.
This is it—