Tuesday Morning.
May 13, 1845.
Did I thank you with any effect in the lines I sent yesterday, dear Miss Barrett? I know I felt most thankful, and, of course, began reasoning myself into the impropriety of allowing a ‘more’ or a ‘most’ in feelings of that sort towards you. I am thankful for you, all about you – – as, do you not know?
Thank you, from my soul. Continue reading “#24”