Letter

 1 XLIV     |   HE WHO ENDURES IT, my old cure used to say, CAN NOT LAST.
 2 LVI      |     you here. It was like a cure that I carefully contrived,
 3 CI       |  cider, and bacon, are what cure me of the stomach-ache.
 4 CLXIII   |     too hard.~Croisset will cure you if you consent to take
 5 CLXXXVII |    to help myself to my own cure by a certain faith often
 6 CLXXXVIII|   listen no longer to their cure, but it is of great matter
 7 CCXXXII  | very much if my virtue will cure me!~I have just read Dickens’
 8 CCL      |     I always get over it, I cure all my family the same way,
 9 CCL      |  effect. I am awaiting your cure with impatience, for your
10 CCLXXXIX |  but which electricity will cure. One thinks that it is an
11 CCCVI    | always think of what my old cure used to say to me, when