from you are sweeter than honey ---------- the honey comb—it is what Moore calles "a smile from the head that is dearly our own." I wrote lately to my dear Harriet but I fear she will not tell me I was welcome to do so—she will however accept my affectionate love, at last she least she ought to for it is sincerely felt—tell dear Elisa, Ann + Matilda, we talk of them every day and love them most cordially—I hope Amm will recover her bloom and cheerfully and be as happy as she is lovely.