December 1879
Brabantio's Gift was not more fair than your's, though I trust with- out his pathetic inscription - "Which but thou hast already, with all my Heart I would keep from thee" - Of Poe, I know too little to think -Hawthorne appalls, entices- Mrs Jackson soars to your estimate lawfully as a Bird, but of Howells and James, one hesitates-Your relentless Music dooms as it redeems - Remorse for the brevity of a Book is a rare emotion, though fair as Lowell's "Sweet Despair" in the Slipper Hymn-
One thing of it we borrowHad I tried before reading your Gift, to thank you, it had perhaps been possible, but I waited and now it disables my Lips- Magic, as it electrifies, also makes decrepit- Thank you for thinking of me- Your Scholar-
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