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John Ruskin to Samuel Rogers, 4 May [1844?]
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Preface
Vol. I Contents
Chapter I. 1803-1805.
Chapter II. 1805-1809.
Chapter III. 1810-1812.
Chapter IV. 1813-1814.
Chapter V. 1814-1815.
Chapter VI. 1815-1816.
Chapter VII. 1816-1818.
Chapter VIII. 1818-19.
Chapter IX. 1820-1821.
Chapter X. 1822-24.
Chapter XI. 1825-1827.
Vol. II Contents
Chapter I. 1828-1830.
Chapter II. 1831-34.
Chapter III. 1834-1837.
Chapter IV. 1838-41.
Chapter V. 1842-44.
Chapter VI. 1845-46.
Chapter VII. 1847-50.
Chapter VIII. 1850
Chapter IX. 1851.
Chapter X. 1852-55.
Index
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‘Denmark Hill, Camberwell: 4th May.

‘My dear Mr. Rogers,—I cannot tell you how much pleasure you gave yesterday . . . yet, to such extravagance men’s thoughts can reach, I do not think I can be quite happy unless you permit me to express my sense of your kindness, to you here under my father’s roof. Alas, we have not even the upland lawn, far less the cliff with

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foliage hung, or wizard stream;1 but we have the spring around us, we have a field all over daisies, and chestnuts all over spires of white, and a sky all over blue. Will you not come some afternoon, and stay and dine with us? I do think it would give you pleasure to see how happy my father would be, and to feel, for I am sure you would feel, how truly and entirely we both honour you with the best part of our hearts, such as it is. And for the rest, I am not afraid, even after so late a visit to St. James’s Place, to show you one or two of our Turners, and I have some Daguerreotypes of your dear, fair Florence, which have in them all but the cicadas among the olive leaves—yes, and some of the deep sea too, “in the broad, the narrow streets,” which are as much verity as the verity of it is a dream. Will you not come? I have no farther plea, though I feel sadly inclined to vain repetition. Do come, and I will thank you better than I can beg of you.

‘Ever, my dear Mr. Rogers, believe me, yours gratefully and respectfully,

‘J. Ruskin.’