Affectionately,
Lafcadio Hearn.
TO H. E. KREHBIEL
New Orleans, 1887.
Dear Krehbiel,—Your letter contained a cutting truth,—“This is not a country to dream in; but to get rich or go to the poorhouse.” Still, O golden-haired musician, is it not a crime to stifle the aspirations toward the beautiful which strive to burn upon the altar of every generous heart? Why not aim to kindle the holy fire, in spite of harsh realities and rains of Disappointment?
If you have written any pretty things recently let me see a copy soon as possible.
Don’t forget me altogether. It will be best to address me at post-office.
A gentleman lent me a bundle of Creole music yesterday. I could not copy it; the writing was too funny; but he is going to have it copied in order to send it to you
Very truly yours,
Lafcadio Hearn.