OSBORNE, Monday, May 2nd, 1864.
—The first day of really soft, balmy wind. A day with a great hole in it, for there came no letter from F., owing no doubt to the tiresome Sunday post. Mrs. Bruce, Gen. Grey, and I had a delightful drive to Carisbrooke Castle amid bright early verdure and blossoming fruit trees. Spring was never so much to me as it is now, when there is such an answering springtide in my heart.
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