Your friend,
G.W.C.
XXXVIII
MILTON HILL, Midnight, July 16, '46.
My dear Friend,—I could not come this evening, and shall only have time in the morning to go to Boston and take the cars; so we must part so. I will copy some of my verses for you if I can steal the time, and write you from Europe if David Jones permits me to arrive.
I must say good-bye and good-night in some lines of Burns's which haunt me at this time, though they have no appropriateness; but they have a speechless woe of farewell, like a wailing wind:
"Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had never been broken hearted."
Yr friend
G.W.C.
I shall write you again. Will you give this to Jno. Cheever? I have no wafer.