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May God bless you, my very dear friend. I drink thoughts of you in Cyprus every day. Your ever affectionate ELIBET. There is no review in the 'Examiner' yet, nor any continuation in the 'Athenaeum. To Mrs. Martin September 10, 1844. My dearest Mrs. Martin, I will not lose a post in assuring you that I was not silent because of any disappointment from your previous letter.
Did you ever hear much of Robert Montgomery, commonly called Satan Montgomery because the author of 'Satan, of the 'Omnipresence of the Deity, and of various poems which pass through edition after edition, nobody knows how or why? Whereupon somebody said to this Reverend Satan, 'I never knew before, Mr. Montgomery, that you were a centipede' Dearest Mr. Boyd's affectionate and grateful ELIBET.
So I could not come, but in a few days I will come; and in the meantime, I have had the sound of your voice to think of, more than I could think of the deep melodious bells, though they made the right and solemn impression. How I felt, to be under your roof again! May God bless you, my very dear friend. These words in the greatest haste. From your ever affectionate ELIBET
Believe me, I write only freely and not arrogantly; and I am impressed with the conviction that my work abounds with far more faults than you in your kindness will discover, notwithstanding your acumen. Always your affectionate and grateful ELIBET. My dearest Mr. I know what an ear you have, and how you can hear the dust on the wheel as it goes on.
And is not this a significant circumstance significant, at least?... Believe me, yourself, your affectionate and grateful ELIBET B.B. How kind you are, far too kind, about the Cyprus wine; I thank you very much. To Mrs. Martin October 5, 1844. My dearest Mrs.
It makes me very happy. Your ever affectionate and grateful ELIBET. To Mr. Westwood March 4, 1845. I reproach myself, dear Mr. W., for my silence, and began to do so before your kind note reminded me of its unkindness. I had indeed my pen in my hand three days ago to write to you, but a cross fate plucked at my sleeve for the ninety-ninth time, and left me guilty.
She says that the sound of my poetry is stirring the 'deep green forests of the New World; which sounds pleasantly, does it not? And I understand from Mr. Moxon that a new edition will be called for before very long, only not immediately.... Your affectionate and grateful friend, ELIBET. Arabel and Mr. Hunter talk of paying you a visit some day. To Mrs. Martin April 3, 1845. My dearest Mrs.
But Arabel pleased me most by bringing back so good an account of you. Your ever affectionate and grateful ELIBET. Mr. Dearest Mr.
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