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for your heather. It has the real
smell of the hills. Richard Brown
wrote me this week and sent me some
bog-myrtle.

A melancholy event happened this
week. Mrs Nelson sent me a beautiful
little Irish terrier pup last Monday
as a birthday present. It was christened
'Norah' and was a most engaging little
beast. But yesterday it was stolen &
I don't suppose I shall ever see
it again. It is always my luck
with dogs. You remember 'Tib',
the unforgotten. "I never loved a