Notwithstanding my last letter to you, remains unanswered I will not let pass an opportunity of writing to you--I am alone in the house and oh how I wish my own precious Muddie could sit down beside me, if only for one hour, this night--Do you think we shall ever meet again on earth? Sometimes I think it is improbable, then I feel that I must see you and that some good angel will bring about a meeting for us--I do long to hear your voice calling me again, "Annie" "dear Annie," as you have so often called me, and as he [Edgar Allan Poe] used to call me oh so tenderly--Muddie, was there ever a voice so sweet? As the years go by, and I see others, who are called refined & elegant among men, I realize more fully, his
Permission to reproduce or publish this item is required and may be subject to copyright, fees, and other legal restrictions imposed by parties outside of the Library. The Enoch Pratt Free Library is not responsible for the outside use of these images but is committed to the responsible and legal use of any content posted on its web site. Any questions regarding the legal nature of content on this site may be referred to email@example.com.