5th, Aug, '10 Princess Anne
Somerset, Md
True, dear Madame, it is to much indisposition you must lay the account of my silence; I will not shock my sight with writing the infidel word “neglect.” This I am incapable of to you for you live in my thoughts even when space divides us (space, that enemy to common-place friendships) and I almost hear the sweet, the noble sounds of your heaven breathing piano, wafted over the wide waters, through the medium of the melody, Terpisicore, and you, make my own; I have found several very, very pretty english songs in your last publications, which are within the compass of my understanding; there are, also, beautiful Italian duets, which when I see you, you must instruct me to say and then the music will be productive of much delight to me; for I am not exclusively prejudiced to either english or scotch music as are some of my country women.
In my zeal to serve you, I have


