18 August 1854

I find it Friend - I read it - I stop to thank you for it, just as the world is still - I thank you for them all - the pearl, and then the onyx, and then the emerald stone.

My crown, indeed! I do not fear the king, attired in his grandeur.

Please send me gems again - I have a flower. It looks like them, and for it's bright resemblances, receive it.

A pleasant journey to you, both in the pathway home, and in the longer way - Then "golden morning's open flowings, shall sway the trees to murmurous bowings, in metric chant of blessed poems" -

Have I convinced you Friend?

Pleasantly,

Emily.