This day I excuse thee

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Document Title: This day I excuse thee

Author: William Holman Hunt

Date of Composition: 1848 September

Type of Manuscript: holograph

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page: [1]

Manuscript Addition: 12345678910

Editorial Description: Hunt's notation at the top of the page.

Manuscript Addition: ? 1848 / Sept.

Editorial Description: WMR's pencil notation above the text

This day I excuse thee
That is only on Plea,
Setting forth that the sea
Was too distant for thee
To get there by eleven,
[?] home yet by [?]
[W]ill you ever go to heaven
Yes I think and tell stories,
For I heard the marsh more is
10Under water than sin
Drowneth thee, Devil's Finn
You know [damn?] well the din
You made after your kin
That is me, P. R. B.,
Came. I made in a Cab
Away. Did you not dab
With your
If [?] like a crab
I made [?]
[?] back soon
20Oh! then have ? right after the noon
For spoon? If thou had left me to pining
I'd not be about Dining
spoil been like
And out your sulks
For she is from the hulks
more [?] and lively. So she
Shares thy [?]earied beauty
And averred unto me
Its not Obstinacy
30 That ? act with Dignity
So more absolved thee

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And say that on Friday
If you come. Bona Fide
en propria personne,
To me key & money,
You'll find Holman Hunt
In the very same punt
You thought fit for Etty
And not for Rossetti,
40You make one quite fretty
In saying a jetty
To paint from should be fit
For him, or the whole kit
Of sloshies, little wit
Hast thou, virginity
Plenty, which swallow it
All, oh take a virgin
And give to her, purging
Thy folly, you see, you
50Can spare what maidens few
Have, so do give unto
Them such balloah boo-
ly, (that very much better,
Of course the last letter,
Than the continuance
Which made the connivance
Of the maid servant betty
Quite requisité
In yours): It's getting late
60So without more debate,
For the fly
With monotonous hum
Knocks the glass drum
A drum with his head
And sings get to bed
So I go *********

Hilloa

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This morning
That's dawning
70So clearly.
Not dearly, I say, but buy
Without asking why
A tube of Lake Yellow
For me, do not look sallow
I'll pay thee again,
If it does not rain
And I see thee, on
Friday so jour bon

Holman Hunt

Manuscript Addition: buy it at Winsor and Newton or Roberson's

Editorial Description: Hunt's pencil note to his correspondent (below the text) specifying two sources for buying the paint he requests (Winsor and Newton or Roberson's)

Electronic Archive Edition: 1

Source File: hunt003.sangms.rad.xml