Poems
Bound in brown cloth, embossed front and rear covers Anonymous holograph in pencil, p. 286: "Poor child! No wonder that you weep. Here you have been, like me, chasing up and down these long pages to catch a butterfly and have not found one--poor child! I weep with you, for we have had a weary and fruitless run. Jan. 1854." 18
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