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government brought suit for $300,000, and the case went through various courts. It had not been settled when Houston spoke. To MRs. HousToN 1 Washington, 17th May, 1858. My Dear Love. I had a dream about you last night and it was not unpleasant, but agreeable, and I would that I could realize the fact that I was with you. I have given you the statistics of the weather, and therefore I ·must keep it up. Today it is cloudy and damp. Yesterday, I had fire and fancied it pleasant. I had a fearful attack of night mares last night, never suffered so much in all my life from the same. I ate an apple before retiring, and to that cause I impute the attack, for I never eat supper, and have not eaten an apple before, this winter, that I recollect of, this winter at night [sic]. I had rather sit up all night than to suffer what I did last night. You will not wish me, I presume, to write any more love letters, but are willing that I should prate about love, and ·the cherished regard which I entertain for you; altho it is an oft told tale, you will be willing to hear it again. So I may "tell it again,'' and if we live to meet, I will tell you something very pleasant about "take a drink, and tell it again.'' Well, Love, I feel that I cannot express to you anything of a tender character, or that would make you laugh or cry. So you see how deficient I am in tender ma- terials. If I understand love letters with Ladies, they always cause them to laugh or cry. If they are greatly delighted they will laugh, and if they are provoked, they must cry. Now, Dearest, our love letter days are over, and what was once fancy, has become domestic reality. It is to me so real that fancy offers a poor remuneration for my loss of your society. Were we constantly in the society of each other, a thousand thoughts unexpressed would assume the character of words, and bind, if possible, more closely our hearts. I could tell you civil things, and if you repaid me by a smile, I would be satisfied that my words were not in vain. The dream that I spoke of was that you had added to our family another; but the dream was not distinct, and yet I hope I may be able to reach home in time. Thy Devoted Houston. Margaret. lTemple H. Morrow Collection of Houston Materials.
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