To Jonathan L. Jenkins
From ED

September 1877

Dear Mr and Mrs Pastor.

Mrs. Holland pleased us and grieved us, by telling us your Triumphs.

We want you to conquer, but we want you to conquer here -

"Marathon" is me. Is there nothing but Glow - in the new Horizon?

You see we keep a jealous Heart - That is Love's Alloy -

Vinnie is full of Wrath, and vicious as Saul - toward the Holy Ghost, in whatever form. I heard her declaiming the other night, to a Foe that called - and sent Maggie to part them - Vinnie lives on the hope that you will return - Is it quite fictitious?

You are gone too long -

The Red Leaves take the Green Leaves place, and the Landscape yields. We got to sleep with the Peach in our Hands and wake with the Stone, but the Stone is the pledge of Summers to come -

Love for each of you, always, and if there are Lands longer than "Always," Love also for those -

These are Sticks of Rowen for your Stove.

It was chopped by Bees, and Butterflies piled it, Saturday Afternoons.

Emily.