To Mrs. J.G. Holland
Was it the Sister -
Was it the Two One - the conflicting Numeral? Not in this instance conflicting - Oh No. Cupid forbid!
The Honey reached us yesterday -
Honey not born of Bee - but Constancy - which is "far better -" I can scarcely tell you the sweetness it woke, nor the sweetness it stilled -
Grieving for "George Eliot" - grieved for Dr. Smith, our Family Savior, living Fingers that are left, have a strange warmth -
It is deept to live to experience "And there was no more Sea" - the Fathom though is a daily one and traversed by the simplest Child - I hope you are both hopeful -
My Two give you their love, and my part of one, her docile respects -
I trust Doctor is stronger.
"As thy Day so shall thy Strength be" is an elastic ratio.
Please "consider" me - An antique request, though in behalf of Lilies -