then home. Shall you come to town,
anywhere near town, soon?
I shall be off again as soon as my book is out,
whenever that will be.
I never read that book of Miss Martineau's, so can't understand what you mean.
Macready is looking well; I just saw him the other day for a minute
after the play; his Kitely was Kitely --
superb from his flat cap
down to his shining shoes. I saw very few Italians, `to know', that is.
Those I did see I liked. Your friend Pepoli has been lecturing here,
has he not?
I shall be vexed if you don't write soon, a long Elstree letter.
What are you doing,
writing -- drawing?
Ever yours truly
R. B.
To Miss Haworth,
Barham Lodge, Elstree.
==
Miss Browning's
account of this experience, supplied from
memory of her brother's letters and conversations, contains some
vivid supplementary details. The drifting away of the wreck
put probably no
effective distance between it and the ship;
hence the necessity of `sailing away' from it.
==
`Of the dead pirates, one had his hands clasped as if praying;
another, a
severe gash in his head. The captain burnt disinfectants
and blew
gunpowder, before venturing on board, but even then,
he, a powerful man, turned very sick with the smell and sight.
They stayed one whole day by the side, but the sailors, in spite of orders,
began to
plunder the cigars, &c. The captain said
privately to Robert,
"I cannot
restrain my men, and they will bring the
plague into our ship,
so I mean quietly in the night to sail away." Robert took
two cutlasses and a
dagger; they were of the coarsest workmanship,
intended for use. At the end of one of the sheaths was a heavy bullet,
so that it could be used as a sling. The day after, to their great relief,
a heavy rain fell and cleansed the ship. Captain Davidson reported
the sight of the wreck and its condition as soon as he arrived at Trieste.'
==
Miss Browning also relates that the weather was stormy in the Bay of Biscay,
and for the first
fortnight her brother suffered
terribly. The captain
supported him on to the deck as they passed through the Straits of Gibraltar,
that he might not lose the sight. He recovered, as we know,
sufficiently to write `How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix';
but we can imagine in what revulsion of feeling towards firm land
and
healthymotion this dream of a
headlonggallop was born in him.
The poem was pencilled on the cover of Bartoli's "De' Simboli trasportati
al Morale", a favourite book and
constantcompanion of his;
and, in spite of perfect effacement as far as the sense goes,
the pencil dints are still
visible. The little poem
`Home Thoughts from the Sea' was written at the same time,
and in the same manner.
By the time they reached Trieste, the captain, a rough north-countryman,
had become so attached to Mr. Browning that he offered him
a free passage to Constantinople; and after they had parted,
carefully preserved, by way of
remembrance, a pair of very old gloves
worn by him on deck. Mr. Browning might, on such an occasion,
have dispensed with gloves
altogether; but it was one of his peculiarities
that he could never
endure to be out of doors with uncovered hands.
The captain also showed his friendly feeling on his return to England
by bringing to Miss Browning, whom he had heard of through her brother,
a present of six bottles of attar of roses.
The inspirations of Asolo and Venice appear in `Pippa Passes'
and `In a Gondola'; but the latter poem showed, to Mr. Browning's
subsequent
vexation, that Venice had been imperfectly seen;
and the
magnetism which Asolo was to exercise upon him,
only fully asserted itself at a much later time.
A second letter to Miss Haworth is undated, but may have been written
at any period of this or the ensuing year.
==
I have received, a couple of weeks since, a present -- an album
large and gaping, and as Cibber's Richard says of the `fair Elizabeth':
`My heart is empty -- she shall fill it' -- so say I (impudently?)
of my grand trouble-table, which holds a
sketch or two
by my fine fellow Monclar, one lithograph -- his own face of faces, --
`all the rest was amethyst.' F. H. everywhere! not a soul beside
`in the chrystal silence there,' and it locks, this album;
now, don't
shower drawings on M., who has so many advantages over me as it is: