ABSTRACT
What a delicious evening have I passed in my own dear home – although many crosses press from the world on my spirit – yet to have, and to enjoy such blessings as my home affords is surely all a loving heart can desire. Mozart’s divine music played by my own Vincenzo – Sung by my dear Alfred & Charles & Victoria. Edwd sketching from dear Leigh’s beautiful poem … and awakening in my imagination all my early and constant dreams of love, & poetry, & tenderness; & painting with its gorgeous hues of sunlit valleys, or arcadian leafiness, & my dear Emmy with her clustering hair, & sweet affectionate face kisses my cheek & tells me the little ones are gone ‘so merry to bed’. May my heart be thankful to God for such blessings & may he bless my poor absent Clara twofold for that she lacks a mother’s fostering care – but my heart is with her always.
