24th.
"Have you forgotten the sea by this time, E.?
Is it grown dim in your mind?
Or can you still see it, dark, blue, and green, and foam-white, and hear it roaring roughly when the wind is high, or rushing softly when it is calm?
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I am as well as need be, and very fat.

I think of Easton very often, and of worthy Mr.H., and his kind-hearted helpmate, and of our pleasant walks to H--- Wood, and to Boynton, our merry evenings, our romps with little Hancheon, &c., &c.