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scenery. I read them over and over again, and set my imagination at work to picture them into visible forms.

  Emilie Peavey, the dear friend of my school days, of whom I have written to you, was married last Wednesday morning, at her home in Landaff, and started away just after dinner, on a three weeks visiting tour, among their mutual friends. They were here Friday evening, but I did not see them, being away at School - wasn'nt it almost too bad? I though it was. But they left - love, c? and cake for me, and Emilie a kiss, and a dear little flower. So I comforted myself over the relics, and wished you were here to enjoy them with me.
   They are going back by way of the beautiful lake Winnipeseque Winnipesaukee, and the Franconia mountains. 
   I should love to writ more, but am obliged to go away to school very early this morning, and must deny myself the pleasure this time. With my best love, truly, A.B.P. (Archbishop.)