Friday afternoon -
I have but one thought, Susie, this afternoon of June, and that of you, and I have one prayer, only; dear Susie, that is for you. That you and I in hand as we e'en do in heart, might ramble away as children, among the woods and fields, and forget these many fears, and these sorrowing cares, and each become a child again - I would it were so, Susie, and when I look around me and find myself alone, I sigh for you again; little sigh, and vain sigh, which will not bring you home.
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away - I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie - Friends are too dear to sunder, Oh they are far too few, and how soon they will go away where you and I cannot find them, dont let us forget these things, for their
remembrance now will save us many an anguish when it is too late to love them! Susie, forgive
me Darling, for every word I say - my heart is full of you, none other than you in my thoughts, yet
when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me; If you were here, and Oh
that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand
fast in mine, we would not ask for language - I try to bring you nearer, I chase the weeks away till
they are quite departed, and fancy you have come, and I am on my way through the green lane to
meet you, and my heart goes scampering so, that I have much ado to bring it back again, and
learn it to be patient, till that dear Susie comes. Three weeks - they cant last always, for surely
they must go with their little brothers and sisters to their long home in the west!
I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear day comes, for till now, I have only mourned for you; now
I begin to hope for you.
Dear Susie, I have tried hard to think what you would love, of something I might send you - I at last saw my little Violets, they begged me to let them go, so here they are - and with them as Instructor, a bit of knightly grass, who also begged the favor to accompany them - they are but small, Susie, and I fear not fragrant now, but they will speak to you of warm hearts at home, and of the something faithful which "never slumbers nor sleeps". Keep them 'neath your pillow, Susie, they will make you dream of blue-skies, and home, and the "blessed countrie"! You and I will have an hour with "Edward" and "Ellen Middleton", sometime when you get home - we must find out if somethings contained therein are true, and if they are, what you and me are coming to!
Now farewell, Susie, and Vinnie sends her love, and mother her's, and I add a kiss, shyly, lest there is somebody there!! Dont let them see, will you Susie? Emilie -
Why cant I be a Delegate to the great Whig Convention? - dont I know all about Daniel
Webster, and the Tariff, and the Law? Then, Susie, I could see you, during a pause in the session
- but I dont like this country at all, and I shant stay here any longer! "Delenda est" America,
Massachusetts and all!
open me carefully -
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