Chapter 28: August

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​⁠If my ills would admit of any cure, they would certainly be cured here. This is my birthday, and early in the morning I received a packet from Albert. Upon opening it, I found one of the pink ribbons which Charlotte wore in her dress the first time I saw her, and which I had several times asked her to give me. With it were two volumes in duodecimo of Wetstein's "Homer," a book I had often wished f