[…] wanting to take her temperature and not make her feel like a cyberwhore, something she said she felt like when I would just e-mail her sexy things out of the blue.

The sky is red this morning—does that mean we're in for a storm?

And her bare feet fell to telling her clad sides of the sweet coolness of the water, and waited for no naysay, ...

Sixteen of these Letters, which were written at the suggestion of the Editor of the “St. James’s Gazette,” appeared in that journal, from which they are now reprinted, by the Editor’s kind permission. They have been somewhat emended, and a few additions have been made.