
Will you permit me to offer you, as emphasizing my appreciation of the melodies you
have sung for the lovers of poesy, a golden fluid which symbolizes the health of
pray that Providence will vouchsafe you for many years to come, as is this wine of
Hungary to the lovers of nectar, so are your nuggets of imagery to the devotees of
genius, and, in tendering it to you, I beg you will consider that its every drop
distills something of the
warm
appreciation your exceptional creations have kindled in my breast. With assurances
of fervent regard
