The life of Tantalus doesn't often admit of crying: but I had a real cry—with quite wet tears yesterday morning, over what—to me is the prettiest bit in all Shakespeare
"Pray, be content;
Mother, I am going to the market-place—
Chide me no more." [3]
And almost next to it, comes (to me, always I mean in my own fancy) [Pg 2] Virgilia, "Yes, certain; there's a letter for you; I saw it." [4]
Ever your loving J. R.
THE SACRISTAN'S CELL.
Assisi