'do you ever see Fraser's Magazine. If you do I wish you would look back to the number for (say either) August, Sepr, or Octr, 1860 for a short poem by 'Edward Wilberforce' the young man we all used to meet in Rome; a very odd-looking, and as [italics] we [end italics] thought conceited person. But the poem tho' unpleasing from it's subject - which some people would say 'removes it from the province of art', - (and then where would Dante go?) is very strong & fine, so much more so than I should have expected from the author.'