“I am, ever yours,
“A. Tennyson.”
“Aldworth, Haslemere,
“Surrey, January 9th, 1882.
“My dear Miss Cobbe,
“I thank you for your essay, which I found very interesting, though perhaps somewhat too vehement to serve your purpose. Have you seen that terrible book by a Swiss (reviewed in the Spectator) Ayez Pitié? Pray pardon my not answering you before. I am so harried with letters and poems from all parts of the world, that my friends often have to wait for an answer.
“Yours ever,
“A. Tennyson.”
“Farringford, Freshwater,
“Isle of Wight, June 12th, 1882.