Dear Walter, Hello! How have you been doing?? It has been a long time since we last spoke.Well as you know, the last time we talked to each other, I was not sure what I was going to do with my life. I attended classes at the University of London, but left after half a session. (Britannica's Robert Browning). In 1833, I published anonymously "Pauline: A Fragment of Confession".Then in 1834, I traveled to Italy and Russia. (Kirjasto.com' s Robert Browning 1812-1889). I loved both places, but I knew someday I would love to live in Italy.In 1841, I was encouraged by Charles Macready to try to do some verse drama.Between 1841 and 1846, I published seven works. Some included "Pippa Passes", "Pomegrates" and "Luria". I enjoyed writing verse drama very much, but was not very sucessful in it. During those same years, I became really close freinds with Alfred Tennyson, Charles Dickens, and Thomas Carlyle. Those were some of the closest freindships I ever had and some of the main influences in my life.(Thomas Hampson, I Hear America Singing) Then in 1845, I met my wonderful wife, Elizabeth Barrett. It was love at first sight. We know we were made for each other. In 1846, we secretly married, because her parents did not want her to get married. Soon after, we got married, we moved to Florence, Italy. I always wanted to live in Italy, since I visited it in 1834. Also, the warm climate helped my wife with her lung problems. (Baylor University Libraries) . Then in 1849, we had our son, Robert Wiedemann. We nicknamed him, Pen.. Then sadly on June 29, 1861, my beloved wife died in my arms. I was devasted. A few months later, me and my son returned to London.When I returned to London, I was a little hesitant to keep writing, but I did. During the last years of my life. I mostly only did long narrative and dramatic poems. Some of my literary works included "Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau", "Fifire at the Fair", "Red-Cotton Nightcop Country", "The Inn Album" and "Adventure". I also wrote some short poems, titled, "Pacchiarotto", and "How he worked in Distemper", "Jocosena" and a few more. I really liked writing so did my wife. (World Book Millennium,Robert Browning). Then in , 1861 I had another tragedy. My dad died. I was very close to him, but we did not get to see each other very much.Ever since my wife died in 1861, I never returned to Florence or Rome again, but loved going to Venice. I ushaully went to Venice during the long autumn holidays. Then in 1889, I caught a cold and became seriouly ill. I unfornately died on December 12. I was buried in Westminster Abbey with some of the greatest other poets that ever lived. Now I am at peace.(Collier's Encyclopedia, Robert Browning).Yours truly, Robert Browning
