To Mrs. J.G. Holland
I received a Card a few Days since, saying that "as soon as the Weather permitted," you would not be there. Has the Weather yet made those Advances? Not knowing where the Dear Ones are, I must cherish them heterogeniously till farther notice -
Loving the Blest without the Adobe, this too can be learned -
I wish the dear Eyes would be so far relent as to let you read "Emily Bronte" - more electric far than anything since "Jane Eyre."
Napoleon of the Cross! Try and read a few lines at a time - and then a few more late - It is so so strange a Strength, I must have you possess it - Our Cousin, Willie Dickinson, is dying at Saratoga, and the stricken Letters of his Wife reach us every Mail -
We have written to Willie not to be homesick because his Mother and our father would'nt have stayed so long if it were not a lovely place - How deep this Lifetime is - One guess at the Waters, and we are plunged beneath!
I send to your New York Home, hoping if you have fled, the Note may pursue you through some of Love's Deputies, and am Emily, with Vinnie's affection, and Maggie's "respects."