Women.--Ye sweet, soft spring flowers and angel shoots by the side of
us hard winter-cabbage-stumps, I have indeed already, under the former
letter, remembered you and your tenderness in contrast to the German
_immeltableness_! What shall I further say, except that, when you are
good, you are so in the highest degree, and that you and the Cornwall
tin have one and the same kind of stamp,--namely, the figure of an
angel?