Remaining yet the Household Witch,
Still prove—the Household Blessing!
Dear Amy Carter! The ardent, impulsive kiss which your lips imprinted upon that well-known handwriting, told how precious was this pleasant tribute; that you recognized and blessed the traces of your childhood’s loving friend, of your girlhood’s guardian angel!
One more poetical heart-effusion and our recording space is filled even to overflowing. It is inscribed to Mrs. Clinton.
Though I turn, I fly not,
I cannot depart;
I would try, but try not,
To release my heart;
And my hopes are dying,
While on dreams relying,