To Mrs. J.G. Holland
Spring, and not a Blue Bird, but I have seen a Crow - "in his own Body on the Tree," almost as prima facie -
They love such outlawed Trees -
An Antiquated TreeCould you condone the profanity?
We have had two Hurricanes since the "Ides of March," and one of them came near enough to untie My Apron - a boldness please resent -
Mother is lying changeless on her changeless Bed, hoping a little, and fearing much - Vinnie in Bliss's Catalogue, prospecting for Summer -
You and I can content ourselves with only "Bliss" itself. What a parsimony! Maggie, good and noisy, the North Wind of the Family, but Sweets without a Salt would at last cloy -
The Neighborhood are much amused by the "Fair Barbarian" and Emily's Scribner is perused by all the Boys and Girls.
Even the Cynic Austin confessed himself amused -
I hope the Little Sister's Eyes have refrained from sighing - and very often carry them to the "Throne" of Tenderness - the only God I know - and if I take her too, it does'nt break My Basket, though Fondness' untold Load does tire rugged Baskets some -
I hope that nothing makes you afraid. Give my Heart to each, and my slim Circumference to her who often shared it -