Dear Theo,
At last I am sending Longfellow's poems; I am sure the book
will become a friend to you.
Today I answered two advertisements again. I continue to do
it, though I get hardly any answers. My time here is drawing to
a close.
You will see many beautiful things on your travels. Though
love of nature is not everything, it is still a precious
possession; may we keep it always.
And now you will become a guest in “many an Inn”
- that is pleasant, too, sometimes. You know, I once made a
trip on foot to Brighton; I always remember it with pleasure.
The inns in England are often so cosy. Longfellow describes it
so well in Tales of a Wayside Inn.
Gladwell has got my place at the gallery and is there
already to become familiar with the work before I leave. I have
seen several pictures intended for the Salon, including two
beautiful large Gabriels: “A Morning in the
Meadows” (through the haze one sees a town in the
distance) and one of what we should call a “watery
sun.” There were also two large Xavier de Cocks. One
represents an evening at the beginning of summer, with a meadow
surrounded by poplars; in the distance, the farm and fields and
a girl driving the cows home. In the foreground a pool, around
which three cows are lying in the grass - one white, one black
and one red; the sun has set and the trees stand out dark
against the light yellowish sky.
I am writing in great haste, as you can see from the
handwriting. A pleasant journey; always
Your loving brother, Vincent
At this time, Vincent was 22 year oldSource: Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 25 March 1876 in Paris. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 057. URL: https://www.webexhibits.org/vangogh/letter/3/057.htm.
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