[Richter.] ... And the Richter you ask about is a veritable angel - and it would be good for that little damsel that she should be brought up on it - there are many books of his, he made heavenly little pictures always - drawing everything that makes happy, and never anything vile - he's far the sweetest thing that ever came out of Germany, and is unlike all others - he drew pictures to Bechstein, a sort of collection like Grimm, of household tales, and he made pictures of everything that could be, that was soft and nice, and had cosy little family life in it, and peasant life in the mountains. Children, babies, puppies, birds, cats, cabbages, villages, taverns, smithies - every mortal pleasant thing that happens in the mountains - and nobody who ever lived ever imagined so sweetly and there are thousands of designs - and now he is eighty, and quite blind these years past - and it is just twenty years that I made up my mind to send him a message to say how much I cared about him. I vowed that another day should not end before I sent my message - and still it is unsent, and what pavement, somewhere that shall be nameless betwixt us two, have I not designed, and there is, I know, published and obtainable at Williams and Norgate, Covent Garden, two vols. called Richter album, with selections from his vast world of invention. You would love him, it is good to be called Richter - two years ago I met one who lived in his town, but he is not famous - no one minds at all about him - he is just not poor that is all, but it was an evident surprise that I asked so much about him - he is high up in heaven, and so they can't see poor things. ...