Arthur Dixon letters

the Moslem with Rhine wine, which he never refuses you know thinking it sherbet doubtless. I raised my filled glass, he understood me, or he felt the same, nothing we said, but we saw each where the other went. We were with you, dear John sincerely pledging you, though silently. I rejoice that you are happy. Do not forget me – forgive this, it means no wrong. Even while I say it I consult your happiness for that is increased as mine is sustained, and in the life of our friendship & in your desert alone do I exist.
With Geldart this morning at Six I ranged the Nursery. He wanted to note where the Flowers grew & which would devote their beauty & their sweets to grace your keeping, that in the afternoon he might quickly cull them. He had slept at mine the night before so that the hour was not so very alarming. Edmund spent an hour or two with us last Evening, he has a cold. Alfred is rid of some disagreeable symptoms, but the little fellow is not in fine order yet.
[Sentence crossed out] – I'm glad you look forward to come to Norwich willingly, after beginning to like London very much, but do not notice it. I but rally you. You are a good fellow & do not forget your old attachments I know. My hopes are of hearing from you, my happiness confirmed when I receive your letters the food which sustains it in the interims is the reading them again & again. – May I not be happy so? Say Yes! John – to your
affectionate Arthur –