I told her she ought to get up as I did, she blushed, looked confused enough to awaken my attention, and then said she supposed she was too lazy; and now I really must say farewell.

Mind you write all concerning yourself and your dear mother, to whom present my very loving respects, and as for yourself, dear Mary, let this long letter prove the sincere affection and perfect confidence of your giddy friend, EMMELINE.
P.S .-- No young lady can write without a post-script.

Mamma has absolutely had the patience to read through my letter, and except that she said so much of her was certainly needless, she approves of it almost as much as she disapproved of my other, which she has just compelled me to read.

What a tissue of absurdity it contained,--worse, it is sinful.

I have had the pleasure of burning it, and I hope and trust all my silly repinings are burnt with it.