about 1878

To beg for the Letter when it is written, is bankrupt enough, but to beg for it when it is'nt, and the dear Donor is sauntering, mindless of it's worth, that is bankrupter.

Sweet One - to make the bright week noxious, that was once so gay, have you quite the warrant? Also, my Naughty one, too seraphic Naughty, who can sentence you? Certainly not my enamored Heart. Now my blissful Sophist, you that can make "Dont" "Do" - though forget that I told you so, [part of two pages cut out]

Perhaps, please, you are sinful? Though of your power to make Perdition divine, who can punish you?