
I am content to have waited 40 years for this birthday-book which I have from you and Horace. If 40 more could hold promise and deserving of such another, I should face them with both hope and patience.
If this coveted but not-to-have-been-asked-for autograph means, as it seems to do, that the hand which wrote it is much stronger than when last I felt its generous touch, that token is alone enough to gladden this my little day.—Long life and all love!
J.H. Clifford.



