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A. M.[?]
Cambridge -
Feb. 6 1857

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 ask of me that I should
not grant?

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.


H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9


This giving will not be
all on one side. One of
these days I shall ask you
for something. I mean to
find out whether it is
me or only my speeches that
you like. If it is the
latter, I shall be jealous.

Yours very cordially,
F.D.H.

I send two pamphlets -



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