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own spear or quill, to accompany these, let the winds waft them also to me.

I write this with one of the " primaries " of my osprey s wings, which I have preserved over my glass for some state occasion, and now it offers.

Mrs. Emerson sends her love.

TO MRS. LUCY BROWN (AT PLYMOUTH).

CONCORD, Friday evening-, January 25, 1843.

DEAR FRIEND, Mrs. Emerson asks me to write you a letter, which she will put into her bundle to-morrow along with the " Tribunes " and " Standards," and miscellanies, and what not, to make an assortment. But what shall I write ? You live a good way off, and I don t know that I have anything which will bear sending so far. But I am mistaken, or rather impatient when I say this, for we all have a gift to send, not only when the year begins, but as long as inter est and memory last. I don t know whether you have got the many I have sent you, or rather whether you were quite sure where they came from. I mean the letters I have sometimes launched off eastward in my thought; but if you have been happier at one time than another, think that then you received them. But this

that I now send you is of another sort. It will