386.—Wednesday, October 13, 1852.
TO MY BELOVED EQUATOR.—Circumspice. Praeteren censco, Carthaginem esse delendam. Serve the Queen; be just, and fear not; let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s, thy God’s, and truth’s—then if thou fall’st, thou fall’st a blessed martyr. My country, my beloved country, nothing but my country.—E. J. W.
387.—Monday, October 18, 1852.
ALA CROIX ROUGE. Il se fera. Soit. E. J. W.
388.—Saturday, October 23, 1852.
LEB’ WOHL! To the pearl of the great eastern sea, the blue-eyed maid of Israel, who keeps watch near the impassable gate of dreary Scandinavia, you cost one great man his place, and will also cost a great many more their place—Leb’ Wohl!—E. J. W.
389.—Tuesday, October 26, 1852.
TO my beloved EQUATOR.—Circumspice. Ungrateful Paris is dead; noble Achilles resuscitated, and no longer vulnerable, even in his heel, sits astride the Equator, and bids defiance, even on his own element, to great Neptune himself. On to the State affairs. “Domine, dirige nos.”—E. J. W.
390.—Monday, November 1, 1852.
Slmpi at C. qgnl. F. pil pink C. klmh B qigk. F. qmlh to Roker, omnl ikpg hkoq C nhgq. & B qkim F. qmkg qmp, ikho mioq mp the B. qlpm F. olhi C ongh F. olq npi C qgnl lnho, F kol to be F lhok S oqln, the F. pkgo. C. pmlq F. pngk S. niql 14th F, npkq to be F. hpl. S. onkl, by the F. ignp of C ikgp. S. lmpi in F hnio & C lhma omgk F. qmkg omnl qoip C. knho F oing npkl.—J. de W.