the knife she gave me put in a silver-case--the hair in a Locket--and the Pocket Book in a gold net--Show her this. I dare say no more--Yet you must not believe I am so ill as this Letter may look, for if ever there was a person born without the faculty of hoping I am he. Severn is writing to Haslam, and I have just asked him to request Haslam to send you his account of my health. O what an account I could give you of the Bay of Naples if I could once more feel myself a Citizen of this world--I feel a spirit in my Brain would lay it forth pleasantly--O what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints! My Love again to Fanny--tell Tootts1 I wish I could pitch her a basket of grapes--and tell Sam the fellows catch here with a line a little fish much like an anchovy, pull them up fast. Remember me to Mrs and Mr Dilke--mention to Brown that I wrote him a letter at Port2329s〉mouth which I did not send and am in doubt if he ever will see it.
my dear Mrs Brawne Yours sincerely and affectionate John Keats --
Good bye Fanny! God bless you
Address and postmark not recorded.
Naples, 1 November.
My dear Brown,
Yesterday we were let out of Quarantine, during which my health suffered more from bad air and the stifled cabin than it had done the whole voyage. The fresh air revived me a little, and I hope I am well enough this morning to write to you a short calm letter;--if that can be called one, in which I am afraid to speak of what I would fainest dwell upon. As I have gone thus far into it, I must go on a little; --perhaps it may relieve the load of WRETCHEDNESS which presses upon me. The persuasion that I shall see her no more will kill me. I cannot q--2 My dear Brown, I should have had her when I was in health, and I should____________________
'He could not go on with this sentence nor even write the word "quit",--as I suppose. The word WRETCHEDNESS above he himself wrote in large characters.'--H.B.F.