14 January 1885
TO: Louise and Frances Norcross
Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener, but the attempt comes, then the inundation, then it is all over, as is said of the dead.
Moving to Cambridge seems to me like moving to Westminster Abbey, as hallowed and as unbelieved, or moving to Ephesus with Paul for a next-door neighbor.
Holmes's Life of Emerson is sweetly commended, but you, I know, have tasted that. . . . But the whistle calls me - I have not begun - so with a moan, and a kiss, and a promise of more, and love from Vinnie and Maggie, and the half-blown carnation, and the western sky, I stop.
That we are permanent temporarily, it is warm to know, though we know no more.