as he had been led to
suppose, has no locks at
all, + nothing but a scythe
+ a double wine-glass with
sand in it!

If I could go to y'r
house - as I hope to when
the Clover blossoms again + the
Pelham hills are green - it
w'd not be to me as it used
to be. It is a blessing that
the mountains stand fast, their
outlines immovable, + their
arms friendly evermore. There
are not as many mistakes
in them as in our human