LETTER 87
TO BERNARD BARTON. _April_ 6, 1825
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Dear B. B., -- My spirits are so tumultuary with the novelty of my recent emancipation that I have scarce steadiness of hand, much more mind, to compose a letter. I am free, B. B., -- free as air!
"The little bird that wings the sky Knows no such liberty. " [1] I was set free on Tuesday in last week at four o'clock. I came home forever!