336 MEMOIR OF DR. HARVEY. 



could not much enter into it. Dr. Wolff has not yet come fullv 

 out. They are busy writing the new volume of his life, and 

 this will end it. Bright sunshine this morning, and the view 

 from my windows very pretty — a broad, undulated, wooded 

 country, with hedgerows, &c, &c. This is a parish, not a town ; 

 a large old house in a glebe land. The church a short stone's 



cast on a hill : square tower. The G 's have books in all 



their rooms — lots of them. Mrs. G 's father was Chaplain 



to Nelson, and they have letters and relics. One relic is a 

 double easy-chair, makeable into a bed, in which he always 

 slept on board the Victory. Dr. F and I sat in it. 



1 loyal Gardens, Kew, September 5th, 18G0. 

 We stayed at Ecclesfield till Saturday. I am not sure 

 that 1 had quite got over my shyness when I left, and Mrs. 



G said in parting she hoped next time we should get better 



acquainted. She found out I was shy, so I confessed thereto. 



To Mrs. Alfred Gatty. 



Kew, September 8, 1860. 

 Don't think I do not value the Tennyson (In Memoriam), 

 and am not grateful for your gift of it, by the very awkward 

 way in which I groaned over receiving it, yesterday and last 

 night. If you must needs know the vera causa of my yester- 

 day's grumbling, it was simply (don't be vexed with me) I 

 thought you might have told me to buy it, as I should have done 

 first opportunity. . . . The first page I chanced to open was 

 cxiii., " Who loves not knowledge," and I don't want any ex- 

 planation of it, I think. Perhaps I do, though ? Nevertheless 

 I gather a meaning, and an excellent one, from every line, and 

 it bears on our controversy, too. I see that I shall like the 

 book well, at times and half times. You tell me not to read it 

 like " Lara " and the " Corsair." I reply, I read them thirty 

 years ago, and never since. 



To the Same. 



September 15th, 1860. 

 This morning's post brought me (sent to try whether I 

 Mould subscribe) number six of a monthly periodical called 

 " The Future." You may judge what it is like by the heading 



