MS location unknown. This fragment printed in [[otherbook:122]Dulce Domum}, 163-4.
My dear Alice,
I trow you are not expecting me to-night, and a great pity it is, but it will be mitigated if Dr. Moberly will only be so kind as to lend us the lecture to read at home, in which case the Institution shall honestly have the price of our tickets.1 If you will tell the cart to call we will send in Froude, vol v., and ‘Cornwallis.’2 I am afraid you are not in the way of the glory of the snow. It was like a succession of fairy palaces all the way to church this morning, and we have just come in from revelling in it by the lovely little crescent moon, with the sunset light far away. Even waggons have not stained it yet, and the hill is one great twelfth cake: and the cabbages are divided into Esquimaux huts and lawyers’ wigs. I am afraid that Mrs. Moberly feels the cold, and still more afraid that Mrs. Keble does . . .