This letter is not written with the least idea of troubling you to answer, and indeed I would not write if I thought that; but I do not like to let the season pass without writing you a line as I am not seeing you. I should find it difficult to explain all preventives to my coming just now; but you will know it is neither for want of love to you nor for want of regretting such result. I was very sorry to hear that Aunt Eliza was out of health again, but hope and trust that no such thing is the case with yourself, or I must have heard of it. My informant on the point was Lucy who wrote unexpectedly to say that, as Wm. and she were prevented by my Aunt's illness from dining at Torrington Square, they would come on here instead. Perhaps William has told you that he expects another addition to his family, though not just yet awhile.

Yesterday I had a note from poor Dr. Olivieri enclosing a little book of Italian stories for schools with a dedicatory MS. sonnet to myself. Poor man! I felt what this must mean at Christmas time, and responded as best I could. I have no doubt he deserves sympathy. He spoke with much gratitude of your anonymous donation.

I saw Mr. Graham yesterday, who is most affectionate and friendly to me, but alas! no longer a picture buyer. His state of health is melancholy, and curious in a man surrounded by an exceptionally loving and gracious family. Taedium vitae appears to be the main evil.

I saw Waddington's Sonnet book, with a good many of mine and Christina's in it. I have not a copy but Watts brought one in. I will subjoin, for your favorable notice, a sonnet I have done on Mr. Angelo's Holy Family in the National Gallery. In this picture the Virgin is withdrawing from the Child the book which contains the prophecy of his sufferings - I suppose that of Isaiah. The idea is a most beautiful one, and behind this group are angels perusing a scroll. Shields was helpful to me in the interpretation of this. I possess another photograph having the same intention in the actions of the Virgin and Child, by Sandro Botticelli; but whether the motif was a usual one I do not further know.

I have finished the picture of La Pia which now really looks very fine and perfect.

Will you give my most cordial greetings to Aunt Charlotte, who I hear is to be with you, as well as to Christina and to Aunt Eliza.