My Harry (God bless him!) has written me.
Harry's Letter.
'O Child, when my words your sweet youth beguil'd
I meant to make you the happiest child!
I meant that no earthly life should be known
As bless'd as the life I had made my own;
My weakness and follies I had forgot—
But you were happy with me, were you not?
I am not worthy my Love should come,
Forsaking for my sake her English home;