Herewith I send you the things I promised. I am sure you
will like the book by Jules Breton. One of his poems, titled
“Illusions”, struck me in particular. Happy are
those whose hearts are so tuned, “All things work
together for good to them that love God” is a beautiful
sentence. It will be thus for you, and the aftertaste of these
difficult days you will certainly find agreeable.
Two weeks from today I hope to be in Etten. You can imagine
how I am looking forward to it. Did I you already tell that I
have taken up smoking a pipe again? I have found in it an old
faithful friend, I believe that we never more will separate.
Uncle Vincent told me that you smoke too.
Give me very best love to the Roos family. Both of us have
enjoyed many good things in their house, and they have proved
At the moment we have here Émile Breton's picture,
“Sunday Morning.” You know it, don't you? It is a
village street of cottages and barns, and at the end is the
church, surrounded by poplars. Everything is covered with snow,
and little black figures are going to church. It tells us that
winter is cold but that human hearts are warm.
Best wishes, boy, and believe me always
Your loving brother, Vincent
The packets of chocolate marked X are for you; the others
are for Mrs. Roos. Smoke the cigarettes together with the rest
of the family. Adieu.
At this time, Vincent was 22 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 10 December 1875 in Paris. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 048.
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