18 August 1854
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?
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