Be all that constitutes a merry Christmas and happy new year laid at your feet for your gracious acceptance, if you please to accept such “tag rag, and bob tail,” the rubbish of times old and monastic. I only wish I could lay myself on a sofa beside you. That charming commérage which only you know how to sustain! I will not dwell on the recent melancholy events of this season of sorrow, carried on in the midst of storms and fogs, of mists and misery, with death waylaying the young and beautiful, the loving and loved, the happy and prosperous; but it is wonderful in calamity! Of the many distinguished men who gathered round my supposed death-bed last year, three have already gone before me! I am getting so blind I must stop.
Well; my life-wearing task is done—my book, I
believe, ready for publication; but why not published I know not, its title is
impertinently changed by Bentley.
Miss Jewsbury gone to the bosom of her
family! chemin faisant, to the
glories of Combermere Abbey, Mrs. Jones
off to hers, and I am (or have been)
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“Silent, oh Moina, is the roar of thy waters,” |
