DEAR LINA,--I can't help feeling a good deal of responsibility about the melancholy, treeless wilds to which I have sent you, because I happen to like them vastly; and I particularly feel that _everything_ will turn on your seeing, not indeed all or nearly all _I_ saw--that is impossible--but as much as your strength will allow; take your courage, therefore, in one hand, your goloshes in another, and your umbrella in a third, and _from_ the car--_abseits_--see the _whole coast-line close_ to the rocks overlooking the sea; there is not an inch that won't reward you. There is a bit not more than half a mile from Malinmore (_to'ards_ Malinhead), that is, though _small_, quite Dantesque in its grim blackness (a few wet feet _im Nothfall_ won't hurt you). Of course, to do this well you must be in cars _every_ day to take you in all directions to the point _from_ which to make your _Abstecher_--sometimes towards Glencolumskill and the Hog's Back beyond (magnificent), sometimes towards Malinhead, where you must see every little bay, including the Silver Strand. At first sight the breaking up of the weather is a bore, _mit Seitenblick auf Ihnen_--but is not as bad as it seems; bad (dirty) weather suits these parts, and the day will not dawn in which I shall have forgotten certain dramatic sunsets and the swooping of certain storm-clouds like the flight of huge fiery birds of prey, more than once witnessed and deposed to on canvas by me, over this treeless tract of moor. FOOTNOTES: [58] "Athlete Strangling a Python," exhibited in the International Exhibition, Paris, 1878. [59] "The Arts of War." [60] "Addresses delivered to the Students of the Royal Academy by the late Lord Leighton." Publishers: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co. 1897.