Yesterday I went with Father to Brussels; we found Uncle
Hein in a very sad state. On the train Father and I spoke much
about pictures, including the Rembrandts at the Louvre and the
portrait of “Burgomaster Six” and particularly
Wouldn't there be a chance for Father to see that book about
Michel? If the opportunity arises, don't forget it.
I am very happy to have the chance to see you before I
leave, and Liesbeth too.
As you know, Ramsgate is a little town by the sea. I saw
somewhere that there were 12,000 inhabitants, but I don't know
any more about it.
And now till Saturday, a good journey to you. Always
Your loving brother, Vincent
Gladwell saw me off at the station last Friday night. On my
birthday he came at half-past six in the morning and brought me
a beautiful etching after Chauvel, an autumn landscape with a
herd of sheep on a sandy road.
At this time, Vincent was 23 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written c. 4 April 1876 in Etten. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 059.
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