Your fondest KITTY CLOVER.
P. S. I will show you the valentine when I come home. Tell me, have you had any? Pray, how many?
P. S. It is very strange—some one sang under our windows last night, "Wilt thou love me then as now?" I wonder if it was him?
P. S. I have had this more than three weeks in my pocket, waiting for an opportunity to post it.
A SONG.
BY CHARLES STEWART.
As fancy breathes her gentlest gale
O'er memory's shallop, bright with flowers,
And up the stream of Time you sail