know, (still looking back) one loves to look at an old friend, at a place whereone has been happy. — The Hilliers didnot seem to feel the Storms last Winter^{at all.}as we did. – I remember seeing M^rs . Hillierafter one of ^thoseour dreadful Nights, when we had been literally rocked in our bed, and she did not seem at all aware of theWind being anything more than common.""Yes, yes – that's likely enough. We have allthe Grandeur of the Storm, with leſs realdanger, because the Wind meeting^^with nothingto oppose or confine it around our House,simply rages & paſses on – while downin this Pit, this Gutter – nothing is knownof the state of the Air, below the Tops ofthe Trees – and the Inhabitants may betaken totally unawares, ^{by oneany}if one of thosedreadful Currents^{which do more mischief}should pour through^{in a}theValley, ^{when they do arise}which do more mischeifthan an open Country ever knows –experiences in the heaviest Gale. — But mydear Love – as to Gardenstuff; – you weresaying that any accidental omiſsion issupplied in a moment by LyLadyD.'sDenham'sGardiner –but it occurs to me that we ought to ^getdealwith old ma¹ go else where upon such oc::casions – & that old ^StringerSalmon & his son havea higher claim. I encouraged him to set up –& am afraid he does not do very well – that is,