
Quite a long letter you wrote me: many thanks for it, & for all the items of news it contained. I am glad Abagail Abigail called to see you. I urged her to do so weeks ago. I am very sorry you do not get out anymore. Your You're right not to surrender in that way without a struggle.

I keep pretty well, except a very bad cold lately, but the winter has been a vacant
unprofitable one to me so far. My domestic skies are not pleasant & I seem
depressed & restless most of the time. I am interested in that Ernest Rhys—wish you had told me more about him. I should like to
meet him if I know where he was to be seen. I saw an abstract of a lecture of his on
the New Poetry, some months ago, that contained an admirable statement about your poetry. I will
go & hear him lecture if he speaks in N.Y.
Two of the poems you enclosed were new to me. I liked them much. Your one to
Whittier was very happy. A steady snow fall here
to-day, the river a white plain. I dislike the winters more & more & shall
not try to spend another in this solitude. Indeed I am thinking strongly of selling
my place. I am
sick of the whole business of housekeeping. If it was not for Julian I should not hesitate a moment. J. goes to school &
is a bright happy boy, very eager for knowledge, & with a quick intelligence. He
alone makes life tolerable to me.