We shall meet in Paris if we live.

May God bless you both, dearest friends! I think of you and love you.

Dear Mr.Martin, don't stay too late in England this year, for the climate seems to me worse than ever.

Not that I have much cough now--I am much better--but the quality of the atmosphere is unmistakable to my lungs and air passages, and I believe it will be wise, on this account, to go away quickly.
Your ever affectionate and grateful BA.
* * * * * _To Miss E.F.

Haworth_[2] London: September 24, 1851.
My dear Miss Haworth,--I do hope you have not set us quite on the outside of your heart with the unfeeling and ungrateful.