XIIPoor Teresina.
“When pain & anguish wring the brow, a ministering Angel thou!”
Scott: “Marmion.”
The returning Winter found Guy Hastings again at Rome, in the old studio which he & Egerton had shared the year before; but Jack was still in England, though he wrote in the expectancy of joining his Telemachus in the early Spring. Meanwhile Guy, on settling down in his Winter quarters, began to apply himself with real assiduity to his art. He painted a successful picture which was bought by an Italian connoisseur; & inspirited by this piece of good fortune, grew more & more attached to the great work he had heretofore treated as play. He had lost his utter recklessness in this deepening interest, & a new & softening influence seemed to have entered into his imbittered life since the happ
