about March 1878?

Vinnie says the dear friend would like the rule. We have no statutes here, but each does as it will, which is the sweetest jurisprudence.

With it, I enclose Love's "remainder biscuit," somewhat scorched perhaps in baking, but "Love's oven is warm." Forgive the base proportions.

The fairer ones were borne away. The canna was a privilege, the little box a bliss, and the blossoms so real a fly waylaid them, but I lured him away.

Again receive the love which comes without aspect, and without herald goes.

Emily.