I shall enjoy Rossetti's society very

much, and already we are quite

domesticated and each pursuing his

avocations—a little idly no doubt,

but comfortably. He reading me a

sonnet now and then, I have just

thought of transcribing one for you.

It is on the other side and is one

of two, entering & leaving church. The

2 ^nd you will hear when you are

here.

I forgot my scissors, will you

bring them. On asking your mother

if she has any message I find

she has nothing particular. She

considers our box a small parcel,

but you will write me when you

hear definitely. With kind remembrances

to all I am