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This note was written upon gilt-edged paper

With a neat little crow-quill, slight and new;AR

Her small white hand could hardly reach the taper,

It trembled as magnetic needles do,

And yet she did not let one tear escape her;

The seal a sun-flower; "Elle vous suit partout,"85

The motto cut upon a white cornelian;

The wax was superfine, its hue vermilion.