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"We are going back to the Sabine Hills, Enrichetta and I." The old man rubbed his hands joyously. "Eh, carissime?" "Yes, father," with a smile which had neither gladness nor interest in it. "But dare you?" asked Hillard in an undertone. "Yes. A great noble has interceded for me. The news of his success came this early morning. I am free; I may walk with men again."
One of my familiar friends, who was in the country at Christmas, 1841-2, reported to me the feeling that prevailed about me; and how I felt towards it will appear in the following letter of mine, written in answer: "Oriel, Dec. 24, 1841. Carissime, you cannot tell how sad your account of Moberly has made me.
To thee, carissime, thy Olympus seems higher still, and, standing there, thou callest to me, 'Come, thou wilt see such sights as thou hast not seen yet! I might. But I answer, 'I have not feet for the journey. And if thou read this letter to the end, thou wilt acknowledge, I think, that I am right. "No, happy husband of the Aurora princess! thy religion is not for me.
Happier, perhaps, his living career more unequivocal his posthumous renown had his objects as his tastes been theirs! "Ah, carissime!" said he to one, whose arm he drew within his own, "and how proceeds thy interpretation of the old marbles? half unravelled? I rejoice to hear it! Confer with me as of old, I pray thee. Tomorrow no, nor the day after, but next week we will have a tranquil evening.
What did that mean, that cold blood is flowing in her veins? So far I do not know; but thou, who hast called me a spring bud on the tree of life, wilt be able to understand the sign certainly." "Carissime! ask such a thing of Pliny. He knows fish.
He could attend to me, and as I related some early and singular impression, some conjecture of what I saw, yet could not comprehend, on the shore which I had never touched, he would rub his hands with enthusiasm, and exclaim, "I have found a new book an album, whereon I may write the deeds of heroes and the words of sages. Carissime Jacobe! how happy shall we be when we get into Virgil!"
"Your majesty orders me to repeat it, then?" "I beg you, dear M. Chicot." Chicot began. "Frater carissime, "Sincerus amo quo te prosequebatur germanus noster Carolus Nonus, functus nuper, colet usque regiam nostram et pectori meo pertinaciter adhoeret." "If I am not mistaken," said Henri, interrupting, "they speak in this phrase of love, obstinacy, and of my brother, Charles IX."
To Crispus that diminutive hunchback seemed then that which he was in reality, a giant, who was to stir the world to its foundations and gather in lands and nations. PETRONIUS to VINICIUS: "Have pity, carissime; imitate not in thy letters the Lacedemonians or Julius Cæsar!
Church, who was in the country at Christmas, 1841-2, reported to me the feeling that prevailed about me; and how I felt towards it will appear in the following letter of mine, written in answer: "Oriel, Dec. 24, 1841. Carissime, you cannot tell how sad your account of Moberly has made me.
Oh, my Vinicius! may thy preceptress be the golden goddess of Cyprus; be thou, on thy part, the preceptor of that Lygian Aurora, who is fleeing before the sun of love. And remember always that marble, though most precious, is nothing of itself, and acquires real value only when the sculptor's hand turns it into a masterpiece. Be thou such a sculptor, carissime!
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