If you knew what a sublunary thing--oh, far below any visible moon!--postage is to us exiles! Too glad we are to get a letter and pay for it.

So write to me _directly_, dear Fanny, when you think enough of us for that, and write at length, and tell us of yourself first, swirling off into Pope's circles--'your country first and then the human race'-- and, indeed, we get little news from home on the subjects which especially interest us.
My sister sends me heaps of near things, but she is not in the magnetic circles, nor in the literary, nor even in the gossiping.

Be good to us, _you_ who stand near the fountains of life! Every cup of cold water is worth a ducat here.
To wait to a second page without thanking you for your kindness and sympathy about 'Colombe' does not do justice to the grateful sense I had of both at the time, and have now.

We were _very_ glad to have your opinion and impressions.

Most of our friends took for granted that we had supernatural communications on the subject, and did not send us a word.