′′Mars the

sacred Loneliness′′!

What an Elegy!

′′From Mount

Zion below to

Mount Zion

above′′! said

President Humphrey

of her Father –

Gabriel′s Oration

would adorn

his Child –

When she came

the last time

she had in her

Hand as I en-

tered, the ′′Choir

 ¦

Invisible′′ –

′′Superb′′, she said

as she shut

the Book, stooping

to receive me, but

fervor suffocates

me – Thank you

for ′′the Sonnet′′ –

I have lain it

at her loved feet –

 ¦

I think she

would rather

have stayed

with us, but

<s>⠿p⠿erhaps she will

learn the Customs

of Heaven, as

the Prisoner of

Chillon of

Captivity –

You asked had 

I  read ′′The No-

tices′′ –

I have been very

ill Dear friend,

since November,

 ¦

bereft of Book

and Thought,

by the Doctor′s

reproof, but begin

to roam in my

Room now –

I think of you

with absent

affection, and

the Wife and

Child I never

have seen, Legend

and Love in

one –

Audacity of Bliss,

said Jacob to

the Angel ′′I will

not let Thee go,

except I bless Thee′′ –

 ¦

Pugilist and

Poet, Jacob

was correct –

Your Scholar –