Letter 223 (early August 1860) Samuel Bowles Emily Dickinson
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Sunday night
Dear Mr Bowles.
I am much ashamed. I misbehaved tonight. I would like to sit in the dust. I fear I am your little friend no more, but Mrs. Jim Crow.
I am sorry I smiled at women.
Indeed, I revere holy ones, like Mrs. Fry and Miss Nightingale. I will never be giddy again. Pray forgive me now: Respect little Bob o' Lincoln again!
My friends are a very few. I can count them on my fingers - and besides, have fingers to spare.
I am gay to see you - because you come so scarcely, else I had been graver.
Good night, God will forgive me - Will you please to try?
Emily.
Dear Mr Bowles.
I am much ashamed. I misbehaved tonight. I would like to sit in the dust. I fear I am your little friend no more, but Mrs. Jim Crow.
I am sorry I smiled at women.
Indeed, I revere holy ones, like Mrs. Fry and Miss Nightingale. I will never be giddy again. Pray forgive me now: Respect little Bob o' Lincoln again!
My friends are a very few. I can count them on my fingers - and besides, have fingers to spare.
I am gay to see you - because you come so scarcely, else I had been graver.
Good night, God will forgive me - Will you please to try?
Emily.
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