XVI
HOME, 9th Feb., '54.
My dear John,—Behold me with unspoken farewells and innumerable Boston banquets well (I hope) digested, and with only a glancing word with your wife at Mrs. Ticknor's on Monday morning.
One thing thou lackest, O Freunde! You have not heard Miss Skelton sing! It is a young girl who not only does not like "classical" music, but does not even profess to, which I hold to be virtuous in factitious times. But she is a sweet, natural, honest girl, and sings Italian, yea, even "Ah! Non Credea," with a sweet, full, and tender voice which is truly delicious. She is one of Cranch's stars. I heard her at the Greenwoods.
I have a vague idea of darting through Boston again about the first of
March. I shall be in New Bedford, and might go to Keene.
Good-night. I have every reason to love your Boston.
Your aff.
G.W.C.
Friday I hope to see Mrs. Downing, and if I hear of the great X—an unknown quantity to us—I will inform you.