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Do you read Ruskin's _Fors Clavigera,_ which he cheerily tells me
gets itself reprinted in America? If you don't, _do,_ I advise
you. Also his _Munera Pulveris,_ Oxford-_Lectures_ on Art, and
whatever else he is now writing,--if you can manage to get them
(which is difficult here, owing to the ways he has towards the
bibliopolic world!). There is nothing going on among us as
notable to me as those fierce lightning-bolts Ruskin is copiously
and desperately pouring into the black world of Anarchy all
around him. No other man in England that I meet has in him the
divine rage against iniquity, falsity, and baseness that Ruskin
has, and that every man ought to have. Unhappily he is not a
strong man; one might say a weak man rather; and has not the
least prudence of management; though if he can hold out for
another fifteen years or so, he may produce, even in this way, a
great effect. God grant it, say I. Froude is coming to you in
October. You will find him a most clear, friendly, ingenious,
solid, and excellent man; and I am very glad to find you among
those who are to take care of him when he comes to your new
Country.
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