repeating, and then play till ten, then we get our music till 11 when we
get our writing and accounts we sew from 12 till 1 after which I get my
gramer, and then work till five. At 7 we come and knit till 8 when we
dont go to the dancing. This is an exact description. I must take a
hasty farewell to her whom I love, reverence and doat on and who I hope
thinks the same of

"MARJORY FLEMING.

"P.S.--An old pack of cards (!) would be very exeptible."

This other is a month earlier:--

"MY DEAR LITTLE MAMA,--I was truly happy to hear that you were all well.
We are surrounded with measles at present on every side, for the Herons
got it, and Isabella Heron was near Death's Door, and one night her
father lifted her out of bed, and she fell down as they thought lifeless.
Mr. Heron said, 'That lassie's deed noo,'--'I'm no deed yet.' She then
threw up a big worm nine inches and a half long. I have begun dancing,
but am not very fond of it, for the boys strikes and mocks me.--I have
been another night at the dancing; I like it better. I will write to you
as often as I can; but I am afraid not every week. _I long for you with
the longings of a child to embrace you,--to fold you in my arms. I
respect you with all the respect due to a mother. You dont know how I
love you. So I shall remain, your loving child,_--M. FLEMING."

What rich involution of love in the words marked!
Here are some lines to her beloved Isabella, in July, 1811:--

"There is a thing that I do want,--