DEAR John—Your verses are very pleasant, and have been adopted into the splendid Emmatic constellation, where they are not of the least magnitude. She is delighted with their merit and readiness. They are just the thing. The 14th line is found. We advertised it. Hell is cooling for want of company. We shall make it up along with our kitchen fire to roast you into our new House, where I hope you will find us in a few Sundays. We have actually taken it, and a compact thing it will be.
Kemble does not return till the month’s end. My heart sometimes is good, sometimes bad, about it, as the day turns out wet or walky.
Emma has just died, choak’d with a Gerund in dum. On opening her we found a Participle in rus in the pericordium. The king never dies, which may be the reason that it always REIGNS here.
We join in loves.
what a pen!
the Umberella is cum bak.
