Saturday.
January 10, 1846.
This is no letter – – love, – – I make haste to tell you – – to-morrow I will write. For here has a friend been calling and consuming my very destined time, and every minute seemed the last that was to be; and an old, old friend he is, beside – – so – – you must understand my defection, when only this scrap reaches you to-night! Ah, love, – – you are my unutterable blessing, – – I discover you, more of you, day by day, – – hour by hour, I do think! – – I am entirely yours, – – one gratitude, all my soul becomes when I see you over me as now – – God bless my dear, dearest.
My ‘Act Fourth’ is done – – but too roughly this time! I will tell you – –
One kiss more, dearest!
Thanks for the Review.