I heard long since at school that Diogenes went to sea in a tub. Though I did not believe it, it is credible now.
Against the peril of ocean steamers I am sweetly provided, and am sure you had my safety in mind, in your lovely gifts.
I have taken the passengers from the hold - passengers of honey - and the deck of silk is just promenaded by a bold fly, greedy for its sweets. The little tub with the surcingle I shall keep till the birds, filling it then with nectars, in Mrs. Skeel's sweet honor.
Will each of the lovely friends present my thanks to the other, as Vinnie's correspondence with them is too impressive for what dear Dickens calls "the likes of me" to invade.
Their sweet intercession with Santa Claus in my behalf, I shall long remember.
Last updated on February 25, 2008