To Mrs. Joseph A. Sweetser
Mine were not I think as exuberant as in other Years - Perhaps the Pelham Water shocked their stately tastes - but cherished avaraciously, because less numerous. I trust your Garden was willing to die - I do not think that mine was - it perished with beautiful reluctance, like an evening star -
I hope you were well since we knew of you, and as happy as Sorrow would allow -
There are Sweet of Pathos, when Sweets of Mirth have passed away -
Mother has had a weary Cold, and suffers much from Neuralgia, since the changing Airs, though I trust is no feebler than when you were here -
She has her little pleasures as the patient have - the voices of Friends - and devotion of Home.
The "Ravens" must "cry," to be ministered to - she - need only sigh.
Vinnie knows no shadow - brave - faithful - punctual - and courageous Maggie not yet caught in the snares of Patrick - Perhaps it is quite the Home it was when you last beheld it -
I hope your Few are safe, and your Flowers encouraging -
News of your Sultans and yourself, would be equally lovely, when you feel inclined. Blossoms have their Leisures -
Last updated on March 3, 2008