
Spent last Sunday reading O'Connor's stories & roared in the Athenaeum over his ballad of Sir Ball in "The Sword of Manley" I was set aglow by the hearty, bluff humor, the luxuriance & abullience ebullience of one one of the characters. All of O'C's stories contain himself as one character. He always makes me better. Pity he hadn't written more. Yr card rec'd to-night This is the one peaceful hour before bed & sleep. Wife sewing cats gorged with meat stretched before grate, clock ticking. Heard Booth recently in Richleen—as ever.
W S Kennedy See notes Feb. 3 1890