I don't give away copies (having none to give away, according to booksellers' terms), but I can't let you receive my little book from another hand than the writer's.

Tell me how you like the poem--honestly, truly--which numbers of people will be sure to dislike profoundly and angrily, perhaps.

We think of going to Recoaro because Mr.Chorley praised it to us years ago.

Tell him so if you write.
Here are a heap of words tossed down upon paper.

I can't put the stops even.