QUERIDA, Querida, je t’en prie de REPONDRE ne seras tu constant que contre moi.
354.—Wednesday, June 16, 1852.
AMOR! Amor!—C’est bien en vain, le coeur était lié, qu’on affranchit la main.—Resurgam.—E. J. W.
355.—Monday, June 21, 1852.
BOCAJ.—ALL’S WELL. A fearful blank in existence, caused by separation. Hope is the greatest consolation. Time alone will set all right. Keep up spirits for the sake of the ever-devoted one.—London, June 19, 1852.
356.—Wednesday, June 23, 1852.
IAM AN ASS.—A letter is sent to your post-office, directed to my bird’s name.
357.—Wednesday, June 23, 1852.
MY Stature gives no inch, I throw away, and my bosom’s lord sits lightly on his throne. Il faut qu’il finisse.—E. J. W.