
FERNHURST.
SUSSEX. FRIDAY'S HILL HOUSE,
HASLEMERE. Dear Mr. Whitman
Just a line to tell you that we are all well.
We have come to the country for Easter, and it is
most pleasant. Things are just beginning to come out,
and the birds are arriving. The woods are full of
primroses, anenomes, and
daffodils—I wish we could send you some.
Alys and mother have got home from Sicily, and I am here from Oxford.
A very nice etching of you has just arrived from Leon Richeton. He has printed 300, and is selling them. He says he has sent one to you.

Mother and I have been planting things in our garden to-day—I really think I should enjoy doing a little gardening—I mean to try it some day.
This is my last term at Oxford—that dear place—after
that I shall be free, and may turn up in America before long.
There is so much of the raw
material of literature in America—so much as yet unexpressed.
I am anxious to try my hand in a modest way at it. The Quaker community
in which I was brought up interests me immensely—I have always
felt that the traditions of Philadelphia were much better material
than the New England Hawthorne made so much of.
I hope you keep well. much love from all here, dear Mr. Whitman
Logan Pearsall Smith see notes July 31 1891
