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beauty, and acknowledged with admiration
and interest ever after, while something
new takes its place in my enthusiasm.
The present fury is the ash, and
perhaps barley and two shapes of
growth in leaves and one in tree stem
boughs and also a conformation of
fine-weather cloud. You remember the
sketch that you would not criticize:
I had continued it to my satisfaction,
when an insane fury induced me
to ravage it --

None, I think, but an idiot could,
with a sky. It is now spoilt.

I will write again, and so please do you
Believe me, dear Baillie, yours very
sincerely,

Gerard M. Hopkins

Manor Farm, Shanklin, Isle of Wight.
July 13.
I think Leould save my lie life by swimming
in the river now.
My objection to the so-called Logical