grows in our estimation on a second and third perusal. I have not yet received the History of Chichester, I mention this not because I would hasten its arrival before it is convenient, but fancy it may have miscarried. My wife joins me in wishing you a merry Christmas. Remembering our happy Christmas at lovely Felpham, our spirits seem still to hover round our sweet cottage and round the beautiful Turret. I have said seem, but am persuaded that distance is nothing but a phantasy. We are often sitting by our cottage fire, and often we think we hear your voice calling at the gate. Surely these things are real and eternal in our eternal mind, and can never pass away. My wife continues well, thanks to Mr. Birch's Electrical Magic, which she has discontinued these three months,—I remain your sincere and obliged
William Blake.
43.
To William Hayley.
South Molton Street,
28th December 1804.
Dear Sir,—The death of so excellent a man as my generous advocate[1] is a public loss, which
- ↑ Samuel Rose (see note 2, p. 140).
