the firm step of martyrs who sing while they suffer.
How better note the flight of this "Soul of fire in
a shell of pearl" than by her own breathing?
Morns like these, we parted
Noons like these, she rose,
Fluttering first, then firmer,
To her fair repose.

May I trouble you dear Sam to pardon untidyness of
this, for I am weary and sick. and also to return
this.

As ever yours
S H D

Will you have "gentlewoman" printed as one word? Not
with a hyphen --