To Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Bowles
I am sorry you came, because you went away.
Hereafter, I will pick no Rose, lest it fade or prick me.
I would like to have you dwell here. Though it is almost nine o'clock, the skies are gay and yellow, and there's a purple craft or so, in which a friend could sail. Tonight looks like "Jerusalem." I think Jerusalem must be like Sue's Drawing Room, when we are talking and laughing there, and you and Mrs Bowles are by. I hope we may all behave so as to reach Jerusalem. How are your Hearts today? Ours are pretty well. I hope your tour was bright, and gladdened Mrs Bowles. Perhaps the Retrospect will call you back some morning.
You shall find us all at the gate, if you come in a hundred years, just as we stood that day.
If t become of "Jasper," previously, you will not object, so that we lean there still, looking after you.
I rode with Austin this morning.
He showed me mountains that touched the sky, and brooks that sang like Bobolinks. Was he not very kind? I will give them to you, for they are mine and "all things are mine" excepting "Cephas and Apollos," for whom I have no taste.
Vinnie's love brims mine.