[Dear Finzi]

I don't know whether I have already acknowledged the receipt of your two letters, the first from Glos. and the second from Lunnen; if not, I do so now.

If the last movement of the [Violin] Concerto is to be played, you can do it. I always did contend that you were a much faster pianist than I was. The first movement is coming along nicely, thank you.

I'm sorry to hear of the decease of the song in the Requiem,1 though I didn't know it well enough to say that I am deeply grieved.

If it interests you, there is a small exhibition of Rowlandson's work in the catacombs of the Tate; I am not sure for how long it is on, or when it started. Also, what would probably be more accessible to you at present, some of the pictures forming the exhibition arereproduced in eitherthe December or January number (I think the latter) of The Connoisseur, a monthly magazine devoted to art.

Would you be in if I came round to Caroline Street at about 8.30 on Sunday evening? If you were, we could arrange when the Concerto [Violin Concerto with Sybil Eaton] is to be run over. If this isn't any good for you, would you drop me a postcard to Clarendon Road, were I arrive on Saturday.

All best wishes for 1928, H.F.

[Dear Finzi]

I have been sick and abed with the vapours ('flu) ever since Friday, and am at present somewhat wobbly about the pins and the middle of the back. In spite of this I think I will be able to struggle to the Phil. on Thursday, when I will be in the vulgar 3/- seats in the Gallery, as H.S. will be in the downstairs seat.

I send the enclosed notice for a variety of reasons: one of them is that I think you might like a little musical relaxation on the 1st February. The beauties of the poems [by G. Hubi-Newcombe] speak for themselves. H.F. [Also a handbill for Beatrice Harrison's Wigmore Hall recital, on which H.F. has written:] I can see the angels, mother!