Have you Professor Brown's "Life of Choate" by you? If you have, do read what he says of Walter Scott, in vol. i., from p. 204 on. I often turn to Scott's pages now, in preference to almost anything else, as I should to the old masters in painting.
Good-by. Cold morning,—cold fingers,—cold everything, but my love for you and yours.
ORVILLE DEWEY.
[347] To the Same.
ST. DAVID'S, April 14, 1880.
MY DEAREST YOUNG FRIEND,
—For three or four years I have thought your mind was having a new birth, and now it is more evident than ever. Everybody will tell you that your Newport word is not only finer than mine, but finer, I think, than anything else that has been said of Channing. The first part was grand and admirable; the last, more than admirable,—unequalled, I think. . . .
Take care of yourself. Don't write too much. Your long, pleasant letter to me shows how ready you are to do it. May you live to enjoy the budding life around you. . . .
My writing tells you that I shan't last much longer. Then keep fresh the memory of
Your loving friend,