But I have come to the end of my letter, that is, my time. Love to all, at Canton, Milton, Brookline, Nahant, Roxbury, Boston,--a goodly company truly. We have just had a ride to Dryburgh Abbey, on the Tweed, a fine ruin beautifully situated. The river here answers Scott's description better than at Berwick. There are very many lovely situations upon its banks. But I _must_ close. With Mr. Ware's united love, and sincere wishes that you were with us, yours most affectionately, "MARY L. WARE. * * * * * "TO MRS. LUCY ALLEN AND MRS. HARRIET HALL. "_Geneva, October 11, 1829._ "MY DEAR GOOD SISTERS:-- "Wishing to say very much the same things to you both, and finding that the expense and trouble of transporting letters from this place across the Atlantic are _pretty considerable_, I am induced to address you both at once; hoping that the question of title to the possession of this valuable document will not give rise to a more severe litigation than the lawyers of Massachusetts will be able to settle. Your letters reached us in the course of time; yours, Lucy, while we were in London, and Harriet's just three months after its last date; both most welcome. It is a pleasure which none but a pilgrim can understand, to see the veritable handwriting of a friend when separated by such a space. You say much of the pleasure we shall receive in these foreign parts from the novelty, &c. of what we may encounter. So it is; and I trust that I shall enjoy all that we should do from the privilege allowed us. But I can tell you, under the rose, that there is no pleasure in all this wide creation like that of sitting down in a quiet corner, no matter what may be around us, holding communion with _home_; and I fully believe that all travellers would tell you the same, if their pride would let them.