
Your kind postal of the 20th to hand this afternoon. I am glad to hear that you keep fairly well, & hope that this long spell of perfect weather will brace you up for the winter.—
To the theatre last night in the wagonette—9 of us altogether.—Beautiful
evening warm & genial—moonlight
coming back—Pretty theatre, with full house of well dressed
& good looking people. Quite
enjoyed my dissipation, & feel no worse for it!
Spent most of today about here—in Dr's office, in summer house, or on verandah scribbling &c—Had a drive with Dr. to town @ 4.30—Most beautiful evening—sunset radiant, calm, serene, & pure.
Have now pretty well settled as to my next move. On Thursday I go for the day to Forest
to visit an aunt of Dr Johnston's. On
Monday afternoon I leave here for Toronto,
next morning I go on to Fenelon Falls—(Fenelon Lake—some distance east of
Lake Simcoe). My old friend Fred Wild went
out there when a youth of 20 & stayed there some months.
So I am going there for his sake. Will
spend a day or two there,—then go on some 60 miles or so to
Haliburton to visit some friends of his—And, of course, I
hope to see a little of the Canadian backwoods this way.
Then, somehow; (not yet decided) to New York & and Brooklyn.
I write this in the Library—Dr., his brother, & W.J.G.
at office.
Quite a long good letter from H.L.T. this afternoon. He is a wonderfully good fellow. I quite feel (& I know that our Bolton friends do so) that he is a natural mate of ours, notwithstanding the differences that may exist between us. But I wish he would save himself a little more!
Love to you, our supreme friend— supreme in love, in tender sympathy & consideration. Love to you, always, & heartfelt sympathy & blessing.
May the great Comrade be with you, & bless you, in deepening degree. J.W. Wallace
