That so trifling a Creature grieve any I could hardly suppose - though with Love all things are possible.

Thanking you tenderly as a child for a sweet favor I can never go. This will not retard my place in Affection will it?

I shall still be mentioned when the children come?

Some must seem a Traitor, not because it is, but it's Truth belie it.

Andre had not died had he lived Today.

Only Love can wound -

Only Love assist the Wound.

Worthier let us be of this Ample Creature.

If my Crescent fail you, try me in the Moon -

This will make no difference in the daily dearness?

You will keep the same Face and myself no other Heart, with the slight repairs Thought and Nature make -

In adequate Music there is a Major and a Minor -

Should there not also be a Private?
Good Night - I am going to sleep if the Rat permit me - I hear him singing now to the Tune of a Nut.

I could wish to know, be it by a Trifle, that you name me still.

                                                                                                         Emily.