Sending thanks for the money. He cannot work on his Royal Academy picture as his studio is too drafty. Costa
has lent one of his for as long as he wants. For now he will work up a sketch from a design of boys playing playing quoits. His doctor thinks he should stay in Rome until the summer. Little wonder he felt knocked about after spitting blood, considering Charlotte's
illness. Their quarters are lovely, Tom
sent him a copy of Blake's
poems. He is also trying to read Michelangelo's
sonnets in Italian. He thinks that striving for the unattainable unites all great artists. The Royal Academy should pay for some young fellow to copy the great works in Rome, to hang around the painting school.
He is delighted to hear about [Sir Edwin Landseer's
] lions, Palgrave
will boil with indignation.