To Mrs. J.G. Holland
The Bonbons were delightful, but better than Bonbons was the love - for that is the basis of Bonbons. And in all the confusion to think of us - Loyal little Sister - the Bird going South - is not so mindful of the Birds behind. To never forget you - is all we can -
That is how faint a Stipend -
The Doctor's Pun was happy - How lovely are the wiles of the Worlds!
We thought you cherisehd Bryant, and spoke of you immediately when we heard his fate - if Immortality be Fate.
Dear friends - we cannot believe each other. I suppose there are depths in every Consciousness, from which we cannot rescue ourselves - to which none can go with us - which represent to us Mortally - the Adventure of Death -
How unspeakbly sweet and solemn - that whatever await us of Doom or Home, we are mentally permanent.
"It is finished" can never be said of us.
I am glad of your bright Home -
I hope you are well - you did not tell me - Thank you peculiarly sweetly - With grief for the eyes only, happy for your happiness,