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but Hope remains — Seek her on Felpham's Sands, "She seems a form out of some fairy sprite, in her right hand she holds a budding Spray, and like a Sea Maid sings her sweetly warbled Lay —" May She become your bosom Friend from the first moment of your Residence in the new Hermitage & remain so to a late old age then guide you to the realms of Day –

Flaxman is my Hope his presence chears me, his good Will's my Anchor – he is just now giving the Promethean touch to his Minerva when that is done he may perhaps assail you about My Robin, to whom give my Love with kind remembrance to our affectionate & worthy friend Romney —

Your grateful Titania