Sunday Morning (December 29.)

You seem to have taken up your abode at H——. Pray sir! when do you think

of coming home? or, to write very considerately, when will business

permit you? I shall expect (as the country people say in England) that

you will make a _power_ of money to indemnify me for your absence.

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Well! but, my love, to the old story—am I to see you this week, or this

month?—I do not know what you are about—for, as you did not tell me, I

would not ask Mr. ——, who is generally pretty communicative.

I long to see Mrs. ——; not to hear from you, so do not give yourself

airs, but to get a letter from Mr. ——. And I am half angry with you for

not informing me whether she had brought one with her or not.—On this

score I will cork up some of the kind things that were ready to drop

from my pen, which has never been dipt in gall when addressing you; or,

will only suffer an exclamation—“The creature!” or a kind look, to

escape me, when I pass the flippers—which I could not remove from my

_salle_ door, though they are not the handsomest of their kind.

Be not too anxious to get money!—for nothing worth having is to be

purchased. God bless you.

Yours affectionately

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