Have you read 'The Neighbours,' Mary Howitt's translation of Frederica Bremer's Swedish? Yes, perhaps. Have you read 'The Home,'[1] fresh from the same springs? _Do_, if you have not. It has not only charmed me, but made me happier and better: it is fuller of Christianity than the most orthodox controversy in Christendom; and represents to my perception or imagination a perfect and beautiful embodiment of Christian outward life from the inward, purely and tenderly. At the same time, I should tell you that Sette says, 'I might have liked it ten years ago, but it is too young and silly to give me any pleasure now.' For _me_, however, it is not too young, and perhaps it won't be for you and Mr. Martin. As to Sette, he is among the patriarchs, to say nothing of the lawyers--and there we leave him.... Ever your affectionate BA. _To John Kenyan_ 50 Wimpole Street: Wednesday, or is it Thursday? [summer 1843]. My dear Cousin,--... I send you my friend Mr. Horne's new epic,[78] and beg you, if you have an opportunity, to drop it at Mr. Eagles' feet, so that he may pick it up and look at it. I have not gone through it (I have another copy), but it appears to me to be full of fine things. As to the author's fantasy of selling it for a farthing, I do not enter into the secret of it--unless, indeed, he should intend a sarcasm on the age's generous patronage of poetry, which is possible. [Footnote 78: _Orion_, the early editions of which were sold at a farthing, in accordance with a fancy of the author. Miss Barrett reviewed it in the _Athenaum_ (July 1843).] _To John Kenyan_ June 30, 1843.