
I must write not because I have anything to tell you—but because I want so, by
help of a few loving words, to come into your presence as it were—into your
remembrance
Not more do the things that grow want the Sun.
I have received all the papers—& each has made a day very bright for me.
I hope the trip to California has not again had to be postponed—I realize
well the enjoyment of it, & what it would be to California & the fresh impulses of
thought & emotion that would shape themselves melodiously out of that for the
new volume—
My children are all well. Beatrice is working hard to get
through the requisite
amount of Latin &c. that is required in the preliminary
examination—before entering on medical studies.
Percy my eldest, whom I have not seen for a year is coming to
spend Xmas with us—