



You insist so much on my not neglecting my drawing, that it wouldbe as well for me to say nothing as to confess how little I havelately done.
I never felt happier, I never understood nature better, even downto the veriest stem or smallest blade of grass; and yet I amunable to express myself: my powers of execution are so weak,everything seems to swim and float before me, so that I cannotmake a clear, bold outline. But I fancy I should succeed betterif I had some clay or wax to model. I shall try, if this stateof mind continues much longer, and will take to modelling, if Ionly knead dough.
I have commenced Charlotte's portrait three times, and have asoften disgraced myself. This is the more annoying, as I wasformerly very happy in taking likenesses. I have since sketchedher profile, and must content myself with that.