Address: To Mr J. H. Reynolds ∣ 19 Lambs Conduit Str ∣ London.
Postmarks: not recorded.
Carisbrooke April 17th.
My dear Reynolds,
Ever since I wrote to my Brothers from Southampton I have been in a taking, and at this moment I am about to become settled, for I have unpacked my books, put them into a snug corner--pinned up Haydon--Mary Queen 〈of〉 Scotts, and Milton with his daughters in a row. In the passage I found a head of Shakspeare which I had not before seen. It is most likely the same that George spoke so well of; for I like it extremely. Well--this head I have hung over my Books, just above the three in a row, having first discarded a french Ambassador--now this alone is a good morning's work.
Yesterday I went to Shanklin, which occasioned a great debate in my Mind whether I should live there or at Carisbrooke. Shanklin is a most beautiful place--sloping wood and meadow ground reaches round the Chine, which is a cleft between the Cliffs of the depth of nearly 300 feet at least. This cleft is filled with trees & bushes in the narrow parts; and as it widens becomes bare, if it were not for primroses on one side, which spread to the very verge of the Sea, and some fishermen's huts on the other, perched midway in the Ballustrades of beautiful green Hedges along their steps down to the sands.--But the sea, Jack, the sea--the little waterfall--then the white cliff--then St. Catherine's Hill--"the sheep in the meadows, the cows in the corn."--Then, why are you at Carisbrooke? say you-- Because, in the first place, I shod be at twice the Expense, and three times the inconvenience--next that from here I can see your continent--from a little hill close by, the whole north Angle of the--Isle of Wight, with the water between us. In the 3d place, I see Carisbrooke Castle from my window,1 and have found several delightful wood-____________________