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I am mightily sorry to hear that your aunt Helen is so much worse, but glad you are
out of the rush and riot in a cool and quiet place. The rush of examinations5 is about to begin and for
the next two weeks I shall be dead to the world. We6 sail on the fourteenth on the Noordland, American Line, from
Philadelphia7. We will be in England8 until the middle or last of July,
according to the date
at on which you can meet us in
Paris9. Let me know about that as soon
as you can. I am unable to believe in it at all. It's too good. I am none to joyful these days, and need to see you sorely, sorely. To think of your
reading Hesperians10! What do you mean by telling me
there was anything good11 in it? As I
remember it, it was really grand-eloquent stuff enough, of the heart-on-the-sleeve order. Ipsa glorior infama12, as I remember, when there was little
to glory in, God wot, and enough to be ashamed of. Well, we go on making fools of
ourselves just so. I grow older and tireder but very little wiser. No, I surely was
not very happy then. People cut me deeper than they do now.
Please let me hear from you before we start and dont forget a steamer letter13. Do
you like these Marsyas14 verses at all? I think the
Hawthorn Tree15 rather prettily illustrated. I've
goth to got to the point where letter writing
will not awnser answer, I must talk to you to let my
heart out at all or to feel you with me. But I will do that soon, wont I? Heaven speed the day.
Shall I send your French books to you in Vermont16 or express them to New
York17? Heaven! I wish I could see you before I sail. The distance
seems long and the chances of missing you many. I wonder
if whether, if we do meet in
Paris18, I can shake off this fog that has gone clear into my bones and be
made anew? I almost believe I can.
Greet warmly for me your cousins Hermie19 and Nat20 and think a thought for me at Equinox21 and pray him to send me a little of his repose. Did I tell you that from Liverpool22 we are going right down to—Shropshire23!? Someway I always rather link Equinox24 with Shropshire25.