I am pretty well provided with Books at present, when you return I may give you a commission or two. Mr. B. C. has sent me not only his Sicilian Story but yesterday his Dramatic Scenes--this is very polite, and I shall do what I can to make him sensible I think so. I confess they teaze me--they are composed of amiability, the Seasons, the Leaves, the Moons, etc., upon which he rings (according to Hunt's expression), triple bob majors. However that is nothing--I think he likes poetry for its own sake, not his. I hope I shall soon be well enough to proceed with my faeries and set you about the notes on Sundays and Stray-days. If I had been well enough I should have liked to cross the water with you. Brown wishes you a pleasant voyage--Have fish for dinner at the sea ports, and don't forget a bottle of Claret. You will not meet with so much to hate at Brussels as at Paris. Remember me to all my friends. If I were well enough I would paraphrase an ode of Horace's for you, on your embarking in the seventy years ago style. The Packet will bear a comparison with a Roman galley at any rate. Ever yours affectionately J. KEATS. CXXXIX.--TO FANNY KEATS. Wentworth Place, Thursday. [February 24, 1820.] My dear Fanny--I am sorry to hear you have been so unwell: now you are better, keep so. Remember to be very careful of your clothing--this climate requires the utmost care. There has been very little alteration in me lately. I am much the same as when I wrote last. When I am well enough to return to my old diet I shall get stronger. If my recovery should be delay'd long I will ask Mr. Abbey to let you visit me--keep up your Spirits as well as you can. You shall hear soon again from me. Your affectionate Brother JOHN ----. CXL.--TO CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE. [Hampstead, March 4, 1820.]