My Dearest Friend,
...Should I draw you the picture of my heart it
would be what I hope you would still love though
it contained nothing new. The early possession
you obtained there, and the absolute power you
have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest
space unoccupied.
I look back to the early days of our
acquaintance and friendship as to the days of
love and innocence, and, with an indescribable
pleasure, I have seen near a score of days roll
over our heads with an affection heightened and
improved by time, nor have the dreary hours of
absence in the smallest degree effaced from my
mind the image of the dear untitled friend to
whom I gave my heart.
Peace.