May 1, 1816
Caro friend
long since I received your letter, yet still had not found the time to respond properly to your words and your friendship. Now might be a good time, now that I have some time to devote to my chores.
When was the last time you cards? Oh, yes, I see. I wrote to get to London and you answered me from the thermal zone of Abano (Padua quite close to, if I remember correctly), which had decided to take a deserved rest. Since then you must be wondering why our mail promptly. It is precisely this is what I wanted to respond.
I've had occasion to explain how things were in London with my godfather. The rediscovery of London society: the dances at the club meetings, tea rooms ... A little too overwhelming for me, as you know, I'm not much given to social events and relationships with strangers. But Thomas insists on the essential of my presence, and the last thing you want after all he has done for me is inportunarlo.
was during the reception of the Grant at the start of the season that coincided with Mr. Baron Sowerstone. Baron (if you excuse me call him by name) is somewhere in the county of Somerset, but when we met was enjoying a few days with a friend in London. I have to confess that not the kind of person who can be considered akin me, though perhaps this is the reason that led me to appreciate his friendship. When he discovered he had just arrived from the continent, he started asking questions of all sorts, proving not only an outgoing and loving conversation, but also a person of proven cultural and artistic sensibility. The fact is that we understood the perfeccióny I must say, you know, is not something that happens to me often with strangers.
After a couple of more meetings in London, invited me to visit him at his home, Castle Cary, and spend a season there. At first he would not leave London because he was waiting to contact an old friend from my godfather, a man named Sir Benjamin Peacock, one of whose many hobbies lies the sponsorship of a publishing house. I was hoping that would be willing to read my poems and recommend to the publisher. Unfortunately, Sir Peacock had to leave town suddenly due to the sudden illness of her aunt, who lives in Edinburgh.
Given the circumstances, I concluded that a stay in Somerset would not be completely insane, and I accepted the invitation of my friend. I write, therefore, from my room in Castle Cary. A few days ago that I stay here, to my great satisfaction. Castle Cary is quiet without being boring, and it has nothing to do with the bustle of London life. Feature, I have to admit, I particularly welcomed. The nearby village is lovely, people nice, ideal for my inspiring countryside walks and family of Baron, the Sowerstone, has nothing to envy to the paradigm of the perfect host.
But if this does not make you think of paradise in which I think live is because I still have not spoken of Miss Maidie Sowerstone. What a heavenly creature! Baron told me about his family, of course, but I had prepared for my meeting with Miss Maidie.
The conocíaa the morning of my arrival at Castle Cary, then we overnight. I was in my room, supposedly dedicated to undo my luggage. Instead, I was distracted by the contemplation of the garden from my window. Seemed so nice, I could not help move towards there. Providence wanted sweeter the young and beautiful I have ever known was there: Miss Sowerstone. Although at the time still was not sure his identity, was easy deduction.
could describe it physically, but I doubt that words of this poor poet can do justice. I only say that her hair shone golden in the sun, his straight nose and full lips harmonized its round face, giving it a funny face at the same time beautiful, her figure seemed to me perfect. I could not discern their eyes (I know now that compete with the blue of the sea) because at that time had narrowed and focused on (not believe) the reading of Paradise Lost ! I was captivated
de ella al instante, como ya habrás podido suponer por el tono de estas últimas líneas. Tan maravillado estaba que sólo alcance a decir "¡Milton!", demostrando poco más que mi falta de educación al no presentarme siquiera o saludarla como es debido. Y cuando le pregunté si le gustaba el libro (no atiné a mucho más) su respuesta fue sincera al mismo tiempo que irónica, dejándome aún más perplejo si cabe no sólo ante su belleza exterior, si no también por su agudeza mental.
Since that fateful time (marvelous as a whole, yes, but which I did not go out very well off), I had few opportunities to approach mass is very personification of Venus. I'm hopeful, because we live under the same roof, get to know her better and keep some conversations. I aspire to more for the moment, but I hope that my aspirations are met.
After that I think I've completed my experiences of the past days, and I also Having A busy for a while. I am happy to enjoy the hot springs of Abano as much as I enjoy Somerset.
I look forward to hearing from you,
George Dillingham
de ella al instante, como ya habrás podido suponer por el tono de estas últimas líneas. Tan maravillado estaba que sólo alcance a decir "¡Milton!", demostrando poco más que mi falta de educación al no presentarme siquiera o saludarla como es debido. Y cuando le pregunté si le gustaba el libro (no atiné a mucho más) su respuesta fue sincera al mismo tiempo que irónica, dejándome aún más perplejo si cabe no sólo ante su belleza exterior, si no también por su agudeza mental.
Since that fateful time (marvelous as a whole, yes, but which I did not go out very well off), I had few opportunities to approach mass is very personification of Venus. I'm hopeful, because we live under the same roof, get to know her better and keep some conversations. I aspire to more for the moment, but I hope that my aspirations are met.
After that I think I've completed my experiences of the past days, and I also Having A busy for a while. I am happy to enjoy the hot springs of Abano as much as I enjoy Somerset.
I look forward to hearing from you,
George Dillingham
