My dear friend -

I give you my
hands & brain & heart! What
can I give more? If it is
a lie, my only defense shall
be that you asked it of me.
Isn't that pretty well for a
Prof. of Morals? What could

You don't know what a
torpedo you put into Col. Benton's
pocket. A slenderer man might
be blown up by it. It contains
a passage about the young man
who ran away with his daughter
which (on the unlikely hypothesis that
he read it) I hope his political
predilections will pardon at the
plea of his paternal pride. I
didn't mean to alliterate when
I began.

Yours very cordially,
F.D.H.

I send two pamphlets -