
I have, yesterday, transmitted to you through the Post Office an order for £1. It is from a friend of mine, Charles. G. Oates Meanwoodside Leeds
and he desires me to ask you to send him a copy of your volume
'The Two Rivulets'.
I am reading your Memoranda &c of the war with great interest.
How wonderful that drama of the world enacting itself—that drama of the death of Feudalism,
as you call it I think, and of the birth of Democracy—& Lincoln dying in the birth!
and to see it enacted through individuals whom you cd.
love & hold by the hand, themselves
unconscious—with their clear unsearchable eyes and hidden dramas of their own.
The sense of 'unearthliness' is somehow fused with Democracy, I think.
I hope you will get pretty well set up this summer. I was glad to hear you were better. The second pair of your volumes has not arrived for me, up to this date.
Yours, as ever, E. Carpenter.