desires her kindest love to Mrs. Butts and yourself. Accept mine also, and believe me to remain your devoted William Blake.
19.
To Thomas Butts.
11th September 1801.
My dear Sir,—I hope you will continue to excuse my want of steady perseverance, by which want I am still your debtor, and you so much my creditor; but such as I can be, I will. I can be grateful, and I can soon send some of your designs which I have nearly completed. In the meantime, by my sister's hands, I transmit to Mrs. Butts an attempt at your likeness,[1] which I hope she, who is the best judge, will think like. Time flies faster (as seems to me here) than in London. I labour incessantly. I accomplish not one half of what I intend, because my abstract folly hurries me often away while I am at work, carrying me over mountains and valleys, which are not real, into a land of abstraction where
- ↑ Gilchrist (1880) vol. ii. p. 212, No. 39. In the possession of Mrs. Butts, at Parkstone. Bust: full face, slightly turned to left: powdered, curly hair: blue uniform, with gold buttons and shoulder piece, a red collar: holding a book in his right hand (see Plate).
