| Show letter by thomas hood A letter m written ritten by the poet thomas hood to my deiy dear marianne changed hands fit at a public sale bale in lon don the other day for the on ons tion of 9 60 50 the letter has haa the fol lowing quaint conclusion there Is a tale ot of a little prince who had a rub heart and whatever he wished on it t was instantly granted but it Is not cot so with mine neither have I 1 aladdin a lamp or it should have been scrubbed bright ere the chelmsford ball but now it Is a dark lanthorn and the glory glary of kal fairyland ryland Is bedimmed forever only the flery fiery dragons remain which are many anany and fearful and the black cats and the demons and imps and the ogres agres who are the booksellers except that they have no eyes in their fore heads |