
I wish this letter to convey some aroma of our sweet English air today—fresh & life giving—& the cheer of our English sky perfectly pellucid & clear after the storms, & bright with sunshine.
From my window (4 pm.) I look out to the hill—Rivington
Pike—standing while (dark here & there with trees) against the sky.—The
whole scene wintery—but exquisitely beautiful & cheering.
And as I sit here to write, & think of the winter of your fate, I am cheered & strengthened. The same spirit of beauty is revealed in winter as in summer, & love whispers immortal hopes.
Love to you, dear Walt, tenderer than of old, & everlasting. Love's kiss & prayerful blessing to you
Wallace


