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MY SWEETEST OF ALL OLD SWEETS,--Come to your wedding! Of course
I shall. It would never seem to me to have any legal sanction
whatever if I were not there to add my blessing. Only let me
know which day "early in June" it is to be, that I may make
ready. Deniston will fetch us on, and by a special piece of good
luck, a man in Chicago--whose name I shall always bless if only
I can remember what it is--has been instigated by our mutual
good angel to want him on business just about that time; so that
he would have to go West anyway, and would rather have me along
than not, and is perfectly resigned to his fate. I mean to come
three days before, and stay three days after the wedding, if I
may, and altogether it is going to be a lark of larks. Little
Rose can talk quite fluently now, and almost read; that is, she
knows six letters of her picture alphabet. She composes poems
also. The other day she suddenly announced,--

"Mamma, I have made up a sort of a im. May I say it to you?"

I naturally consented, and this was the


IM.

Jump in the parlor,
Jump in the hall,
God made us all!