I don't know that I shall ever find it in my hear to scold you for not writing letters home when you are at the sea shore if the effects of the air on your brains is the same as it is on mine. I feel as striped as if I had been taking opium. I say air, but I don't know but that its the halfbaked cornbread & the fish. Oh. the fish! I often wish the sea did not yield its treasures so freely. Surely the seashore was not intended for dyspeptics. "Boiled or baked fish of beefsteak"? Try the beefsteak for variety & its toughness drives you back to the fish.
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