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I was really astonished to hear my quondam college mate—young Henry Norman—was the one who engineered the Pall Mall Gazette subscription. I always knew Norman had a soft spot 'way down deep in him somewhere. There was a race-antipathy between us, however. I suspect I was the one who first introduced you to him. For when we were in college together in Cambridge Mass. I was in the first flush of my enthusiasm for you; had just read you for the first time, & after a while I came out & made a solemn confession of faith before the whole Divinity School—Professors & all— & told them what I had found in you. They were a band of earnest liberal fellows (Norman & I the best read of 'em) & I saw that they did not laugh, & that my solemnity impressed them. I suspect, my   dear friend, that you–being of English & Dutch stock—do not find in you the race-antipathy that I—a French-Scotch-Irish-Englishman find in me.

As to Norman—It is what we might expect to find one of yr​ opposites seeking you for inspiration. He certainly needs you, if any man does—in the heart department he is quite stony—veilled by culture & Unitarianism (or was 8 yrs​ ago: I suspect he has mellowed since that) His father is a wealthy Unitarian manufacturer of Leicester County England. Norman is intellectually brilliant, & no mistake. We have had some tiffs in the Critic. But I wish him well. His pam.​ on the Irish evictions won my sympathy, & now what Rhys tells me of this Pall Mall matter increases my esteem. We must een​ love him, Hal. I suppose.

 

I had a crazy, crazy letter from poor Mid. Alabama fellow. He is in trouble of some sort. Sent me his name & $5 for the book. He is a very sore-headed crank still over his visit to you.

I have some score of names of subscribers sent to me. How many bro.​ Wilson rec'd​ I dont know.

Rhys continues his schemes on society's pocket-book, & demoralizes my nerves frightfully when I see him, somehow. Charity, charity, man, I keep saying (& think of my own grievous sins). I send you a Transcript marked, and also send you my love in unlimited quantities. Remember me cordially to Scovel if you remember it. Love to the canary-bird, & the dog, & respects to Mrs. Davis.

Good night & noble dreams be ours enbosomed in a mystic universe as we are. W.S. Kennedy