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Oaklawn Friday 24th Feb. 1837
I will be - if Heaven permits & what a reverse of
of feeling. How near was a novel born but for [abest?]
the fragments were sclattered into unretrievable disorder
where roses and flowers bloomed into perfection, grateful
to look on, now reigns a horrible chaos [roashsome] to
the view the lawns, rocks and streams must contain
[?] in the solitude which at some little humble
spot was to have been the dawn of its [no?ety] and
celebrity And [?ath] county must be content with no
[?] immortality. Her whited rocks, instead the