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Fair day—windy however—lake rough—blustering. Han below doing domestic service—very much better in health— stronger, nervous somewhat—yet doing wonders, after her year of sore trial.

Recieved your imprint, or wonderfullwonderful compilation on classicaly poetic emanations by celebrities from times past, by all degrees. How true you wrote, that time composes, completes the understanding, qualifies the decree, as it were, finaly, justly of degrees, consumate excellence, superiority.

Yourself now Eminent: a Judge. You should have a liberal emolument, or price for this last, most complete production. I feel assured you will.

 

I remember Bryant. You once brought him to my studio in Brooklyn. I can imagine or recall him now, as he sat on the extreme end of my lounge—High Priest of Nature! Thanatopsis! Durand essayd to color the theme from his rather weak (never vain palette.) A failure. The grand old rocks, ancient as the sun! ["]very new rocks" wrote one critic. Cole might, could have portrayd it, with his dramatic power!

And now Walt, I am moved practicaly, for ourselves, life's subsistence—our homestead for many years, consecrated in a measure by good mother Whitmans presence, years ago, for a brief so-journ—and by Yours—well known. Have on taxes yet 10 dollars, 1 years interest, 15 dollars.

Charlie