he smallest interest in such affairs.
Tom Thumb's pint-pot always seemed larger than the stage of these transactions does to me at this distance, amidst the world-absorbing affairs which occupy the great metropolis.
I am obliged, on account of my Cambridge engagements, to lose a most interesting dinner to meet Fonblanque, Black, and all the liberal press gang; also to meet Lord Durham.
I shall, however, see the latter before I leave.
I am sorry that I cannot write by this steamer to Longfellow, whose letter I have, and Greenleaf's also, and Felton's.
As ever, yours affectionately, Charles Sumner.
P. S. You may receive this on my birthday.
To George S. Hillard. Milton Park, Dec. 25, 1838.
A merry Christmas to you, dear Hillard!
This morning greeting I send with the winter winds across the Atlantic.
It will not reach you till long after this day; but I hope that it will find you happy,—not forgetful of your great loss, but remembering it with manly grief, and end
ve heard of the dreadful loss of the packets.
I had written several letters, which were on board those ill-fated ships, and which will perhaps never reach their destination.
To you I had written a very long letter,—partly dated, I think, from Milton Park,
Letter not lost, ante, Vol.
II. p. 31. and giving an account of my adventures in fox-hunting with Lord Fitzwilliam; one also to Dr. Palfrey, enclosing a letter interesting to him, which I received from Sir David Brewster; others to Longfellow, to Cleveland, to Mrs. Ticknor, to Mr. Fletcher, and to my mother.
I wish you would do me the favor to let me know the fate of these letters.
The article on Horace, in the last number but one of the Quarterly Review,
Oct. 1838, Vol.
LXII. pp. 287-332, Life and Writings of Horace.
The article, enlarged and revised, became the Life of Horace, prefixed to Milman's exquisite edition of the Latin poet, which was published in 1849, with a dedication to his friend, Lord Lansdowne. is by Mi