TO MISS PEABODY: 54 Pinckney St., 12 o'clock A.M. Monday [1841]

54 Pinckney St., 12 o’clock A.M. Monday [1841]

Truest Heart ,

I cannot come to thee this evening, because my friend Bridge is in town, whom I hardly have seen for years past. Alas! I know not whether I am a very faithful friend to him; for I cannot rejoice that he is here, since it will keep me from my Dove. Thou art my only reality—all other people are but shadows to me: all events and actions, in which thou dost not mingle, are but dreams.

Do thou be good, dearest love, and when I come, tomorrow night, let me find thee magnificent. Thou didst make me very happy, yesterday forenoon—thou wast a south-west wind—or the sweetest and wholesomest wind that blows, whichever it may be. I love thee more than I can estimate; and last night I dreamed of thee. I know not exactly what; but we were happy.

God bless thee.

Thine ownest husband, Theodore de L’Aubepine .

A Madame, Madame Sophie Amelie de L’Aubepine, Rue d’Ouest, à Boston.

Miss Sophia A. Peabody, West-street, Boston.

TO MISS PEABODY