LETTERS


FROM


FLORIDA.


 steamer which was to bear
 me from the coming snows of the
 North to the soft, balmy air of our
 Southern shores, you requested me to
send you some letters from Florida. The request,
on recalling it, strikes me as somewhat indefinite. If
you look for something sensational or romantic, you
are doomed to a grievous disappointment. That is
not my vocation-more's the pity I For never was
there a more ample field for the imagination to revel
in uncontrolled, or richer opportunities for blending