Letter 023 London, March 6 1875
Dear Theo,
Bravo, Theo. Your appreciation of that girl in “Adam Bede�is very good. That landscape in which the fallow, sandy path runs over the hill to the village, with its clay or white-washed cottages, with moss-grown roofs, and here and there a black thornbush, on either side of the brown heath, and a gloomy sky over it,
with a narrow white streak at the horizon �it is out of Michel.
But there is a still purer and nobler sentiment in it than in Michel. Today I enclose, in the box we send, the little book containing poetry I spoke of. Also “Jesus�by Renan and “Joan of Arc�by Michelet and also a portrait of Corot from the “London News,�which hangs in my room too.
I do not think you have any immediate chance of being transferred to the house in London.
Don’t regret that your life is too easy, mine is rather easy too; I think that life is pretty long and that the time will arrive soon enough in which “another shall gird thee and carry thee where thou wouldst not.�p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> Adieu, remember me to all the friends. With a firm handshake,
Vincent