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whom I have not seen for ten years, is coming to New England this
summer. On that account I wish to go _this_ year.
* * * * *
_May_ 10.--My head is full of boxes, bundles, phials of medicine,
and pots of jelly. I never thought much about a journey for myself,
except to try and return all the things, books especially, which I had
been borrowing; but about my child I feel anxious lest I should not
take what is necessary for his health and comfort on so long a voyage,
where omissions are irreparable. The unpropitious, rainy weather
delays us now from day to day, as our ship; the Elizabeth,--(look out
for news of shipwreck!) cannot finish taking in her cargo till come
one or two good days.
I leave Italy with most sad and unsatisfied heart,--hoping, indeed, to
return, but fearing that may not be permitted in my "cross-biased"
life, till strength of feeling and keenness of perception be less than
during these bygone rich, if troubled, years!
I can say least to those whom I prize most. I am so sad and weary,
leaving Italy, that I seem paralyzed.
* * * * *
TO THE SAME.
_Ship Elizabeth, off Gibraltar, June_ 8, 1850.
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