Broadstairs, Kent, Tuesday, July 13 1847.
My dear Miss Power,
[...] yet will I joyfully come up to London on Friday, to dine at your house and meet the Dane, whose Books I honour, and whose - to make the sentiment complete, i want something that would sound like 'bones, I love!' but I can't get anything that unites reason with beauty. You, who have genius and beauty in your own person, will supply the gap in your kindness.