A DEAD LETTER. "A cœur blessé-l'ombre et le silence." I. H. DE BALZAC. [DREW it from its china tomb ; It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume An old, old letter,-folded still! That glimmering in the sultry haze, Faint-flowered, dimly shaded, Slumbered like Goldsmith's Madam Blaize, Bedizened and brocaded. A queer old place! You'd surely say |