To Mrs. J.G. Holland
Father valued her much, often befriending her, and I love to fulfill the kindness only Death suspends -
Forgive the personality. It seemed inevitable, and thank you again for the full sweetness, to which as to a Reservoir, the smaller Waters go. What a beautiful Word 'Waters" is! When I slept in the Pond and ate Seraphs for Breakfast, I thought I should know all about it now, but "Now" comes, and I dont -
I hear you are feasting on Army Worms, Canker Worms, and Cut Worms, and envy you your Salad -
We had a gallant Rain last Night, the first for many Days, and the Road is full of little Mirrors, at which the Grass adorns itself, when Nobody is seeing - reminding me of an instance similar, "Turn though mine Eyes away from beholding Vanity!"
Love of us each -