Viewing page 19 of 23

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

May 8th. 6.30 a.m. Rome.

My dearest little Gabriella, 

Eight years ago, on a lovely morning in May, you were born; and I wish I could be with you on this anniversary, as I have been on all the others! But we will celebrate at Manchester all the birthdays I have missed. I am sailing on the 21st. I gave up the Pascaulla portrait, as he was not sure of the day of his return, had I wanted to reach you by June 3rd and was nearly killing myself with all I have to do, as it is. I got back from the foundry and dined, about nine last night; as I start out at seven thirty this morning. The last pore on the Raffaella relief is 18-day all day, and the Duse has given me all the next day; so I hope it will all come out well.  These days, I should like some one very strong to come along and pick me up; and not have to calculate time and pennies and wait on short corners for endless traces to take me from the foundry to the studio, and from there to my sitting. But all the rest of the work was delightful. And Rome in May is heavenly for you can get a mass of pure red Jacquemist [[Jacquemus]] roses for twelve cents, and smelt something Jutti D'angeli - whatever that is in English if it exists there!  Love to Vivi and all the dear family and please kisses to you, from Mother. 

[[8 Images]]

Transcription Notes:
images: sketches of sunflowers with a person's face in it