Sincerely yours, Ambrose Bierce.
Washington, D. C.,
Easter Sunday.
Dear George,
Here's a letter from Loveman, with a kindly reference to you—that's why I send it.
I'm to pull out of here next Wednesday, the 30th, but don't know just when I shall sail from New York—apparently when there are no more dinners to eat in that town and no more friends to visit. May God in His infinite mercy lessen the number of both. I should get into your neck o' woods early in May. Till then God be with you instead. Ambrose Bierce.
Easter Sunday.
[Why couldn't He stay put?]
Washington, D. C.,
March 29,
1910.
Dear George,