
I think I will address you in future by your "nighest name," for I think you will know that my doing so is consistent with deepest reverence, & is only adopted from affectionate motives.
We think of you always as "Walt"—our nearest & dearest friend. And this afternoon I have been reading some old letters of yours to Pete Doyle, & their wonderful loving kindness & warm affection stir my heart anew.
Indeed, I have been quite busy all afternoon copying
some of them, with the Dr's permission.
For I want to read them to "the College" on my return. How
delighted they will be with them, & how strongly they will feel that
you are indeed one of us.
Dearest of friends, responsive love to you from us all! Not for nothing has your heart of love shed its bleeding drops through life. Every manly affectionate heart that comes to know you will throb in warm response. And I know well that the friends in Bolton will feel their hearts grow big, & their eyes fill, as I read to them these loving words of yours.

As I read them I thought often & often of my dear friend Fred Wild. Your writing curiously reminded me at times of him. And I can even now see his face vainly contending with the emotions that will fill him as I read your words. And every man like him—fresh, spontaneous, wild (in a sense—as opposed to tame & spiritless) & loving, will respond with deepest joy & devotion to your words & love.
I scribble this hurriedly as the afternoon is nearly gone.
I received the two papers you sent, & thank you again for your
constant thought & kindness.
I am delighted to hear of your drive & of your present condition.
I hope that this glorious weather may benefit you still
further.
Dr back—& nearly tea time & must close. Wonderfully beautiful evening.
Am going with Clare & 5 lady friends of hers to the Theatre tonight!—to hear Madame Modjeska.
With love & best wishes Yours affectionately J.W. Wallace
