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  My dear friend,

Johnston shewed​ showed​ me your card of the 5th, which I read with thoughts & emotions not to be expressed.—

"Stars silent rest o'er us Graves under us silent. But heard are the Voices, Heard are the Sages, The Worlds & the ages 'Choose well: your choice is Brief & yet endless. Here eyes do regard you In Eternity's stillness. Here is all fullness, Ye have, to reward you."  

How I long to hear the better reports of your health & strength which are surely even now on the way. God grant it!

Last night a little group of friends met at Wentworth Dixon's & to present him with the copy of L. of G. you sent. I made the presentation, & W.D. was very much moved by it & by your kind inscription. Your portrait looked down on us from his wall & we felt you to be indeed one of us, kind, loving, & blessing. Dr. J sang a song: specially written for the occasion—in one line of which he spoke of the book as coming from our "'good   grey Poet' to our good grey Stoic"! (W.D. just 36 is quite grey—& is an old lover of Epictetus & the Stoics).

The weather here is very changeable—warm & fine as in midsummer in the beginning of the week, it is now very cold with occasional snow showers.

Loving thoughts & sympathies & prayerful good wishes to you.

Wallace