To Mrs. J.G. Holland
What must you have thought that no one wrote? My Will did write immediately, but friends who were boarding at the Hotel claimed evey [**SIC gss] moment that Duty could give till this Moment's Mail -
Thank you for apprizing us of the sweet Disaster in your family, which I trust you will meet as you meet all, with sunny heroism - and present our beatific congratulations to Annie. The impulse to write her myself, is strong as gravitation, but I know how busy the Heart is when it is very busy, and think it unkind to disturb her - Cupid still drives the Pink Coupe he did when we were Children, though I fear his affecting toils are not what Mrs Micawber would call "remunerative -" I rejoice that Annie is happy -
To flee from the "Family Tree" is an innocation, but Birds are predatory - I am glad that you feel so sweetly toward the invading powers -
If the "Ark of the Lord" must be "taken," one has a choice in the Foe.
Your picture of Doctor was very ensnaring, but I remembered my rectitudes - though Vinnie, even at this distance, is captivated by the Dog -
Fascination is portable.
Today is parched and handsome, though the Grass is the color of Statesmen's Shoes, and only the Butterfly rises to the situation -
His little Body glistens with crispness - an ell of rapture to an inch of Wing -
I hope my little Sister is well, and her Best better, and be sure we are glad of the Happiness and each give it our love -