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LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. 
Remember me to ---, and tell her she looks 
too lovely; her face has become of a beautiful bright 
green—a complexion which her golden crown sets off 
to the greatest advantage. I wish she could have seen, 
as we sped across, how passionately the wgwes of the 
Atlantic flung their liquid arms about her neck, and 
how proudly she broke through their embraces, leaving 
them far behind, moaning and lamenting. 
