Packing to be off, you quiz! Don’t grumble at this scrap, but down on your knees and thank God you get a line. I am all hurry and confusion, and my spirits sad, sad, and sometimes hysterically high; how much I must love you to act as I am acting! I shall write to-morrow; but not after. Oh, Morgan! give me all your love, tenderness, comfort and support—in five short days I am yours for ever. My poor father—do write to him—flatter him beyond everything on the score of his little
