Memoirs of Anne C.L. Botta,: written by her friends. With selections from her correspondence and from her writings in prose and poetry.

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anybody more than his fellow-man. God bless you,- but of
course he will,- and may you be happy in what ought to make
anybody happy, the sweet and blissful privilege of occupying
your own charming existence.
Yours ever, sincerely and affectionately, N. P. WILLIS.
IDLEWILD, N. Y., December 3, 1853.
Beloved and adorable Lyncbie: Is it possible that it is true, and
you are back again? Gracious, how we want to see you! Nellie
would give everything but her new baby (Miss Honora Willis)
to get her arms round your neck. When can you and your
mother come up and spend a week at Idlewild? Write and tell
us. God bless you, and welcome home.
Ever yours, WILLIS.
March 24, 1855.
My dear Lynchie: The positive news of your coming marriage
affected us very strongly, of course. Nellie and I Iove you so
well that we tremble while we rejoice in new wings so venturesome, though so expanding of scope and lift. I believe, however, that you are one of those who carry your own "happy star,"
and, as to happiness, can planet for yourself. You are above
destiny-subject naturally to nothing. If you promise to love,
honor, and obey, it is as a volunteer altogether; please say to Mr.
Botta, with my best respects, may God bless you, husbanded
or wasted! Nellie is my "business man," and has doubtless told
you what we expect in the way of a visit from your better half
and you. Our glen is a place for the happy- geologically
viewed, I believe-only " more so." But there will be time to
spare, besides, for letting us see and know Mr. Botta. We trust
you will both feel more at home at Idlewild than anywhere else.
Well, dear Lynchie, no woman ever deserved more love, and
few mortals ever were better constituted to have all that belonged to them. He will love you all he can, till death -and
that, for such a universal idol as you are, will be the "last
drop" which you alone require. And so, with all the blessings,
ever yours most truly, N. P. WILLIS.
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