Tuesday Night.
September 3, 1845.
Before you leave London, I will answer your letter – – all my attempts end in nothing now – –
Dearest friend – – I am yours ever
R.B.
But meantime, you will tell me about yourself, will you not? The parcel came a few minutes after my note left – – Well, I can thank you for that; for the Poems, – – though I cannot wear them round my neck – – and for the too great trouble. My heart’s friend! Bless you – –