about June 1853

The Buds are small, dear Emily, but will you please accept one for your Cousin and yourself? I quite forgot the Rosebugs when I spoke of the buds, last evening, and I found a family of them taking an early breakfast on my most precious bud, with a smart little worm for Landlady, so the sweetest are gone, but accept my love with the smallest, and I'm

Lovingly,
Emilie.