Saturday 4. p.m.
December 27, 1845.
I was forced to leave off abruptly on Christmas Morning – – and now I have but a few minutes before our inexorable post leaves. I hoped to return from Town earlier. But I can say something – – and Monday will make amends.
‘For ever’ and for ever I do love you, dearest – – love you with my whole heart – – in life, in death – –
Yes; I did go to Mr. Kenyon’s – – who had a little to forgive in my slack justice to his good dinner, but was for the rest his own kind self – – and I went, also, to Moxon’s – – who said something about my number’s going off ‘rather heavily’ – – so let it!
Too good, too, too indulgent you are, my own Ba, to ‘acts’ first or last; but all the same, I am glad and encouraged. Let me get done with these, and better things will follow.
Now, bless you, ever, my sweetest – – I have you ever in my thoughts – – And on Monday, remember, I am to see you.
Your own R.B.
See what I cut out of a Cambridge Advertiser of the 24th – – to make you laugh!