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have given to us. I see the advertisement of Oldtown folks,.and shall eagerly expect it. That and every other new link between us will be reverentially valued.
With great devotion and regard,
Yours always, M. L. Lewes.
Mrs. Stowe writes from Mandarin to George Eliot:--
Mandarin, February 8, 1872.
Dear friend,--It is two years nearly since I had your last very kind letter, and I have never answered, because two years of constant and severe work have made it impossible to give a drop to anything beyond the needs of the hour.
Yet I have always thought of you, loved you, trusted you all the same, and read every little scrap from your writing that came to hand.
One thing brings you back to me. I am now in Florida in my little hut in the orange orchard, with the broad expanse of the blue St. John's in front, and the waving of the live-oaks, with their long, gray mosses, overhead, and the bright gold of oranges looking through dusky leaves around.
It is like Sorrento,--so like that I can quite dream of being there.
And when I get here I enter another life.
The world recedes; I am out of it; it ceases to influence; its bustle and noise die away in the far distance; and here is no winter, an open-air life,--a quaint, rude, wild wilderness sort of life, both rude and rich; but when I am here I write more letters to friends than ever I do elsewhere.
The mail comes only twice a week, and then is the event of the day. My old rabbi and I here set up our tent, he with German, and Greek, and Hebrew, devouring all 