also told me of a little girl who said snow was popped rain, which I think inimitable.
Since that Letter to a young Contributor I have more wonderful effusions than ever sent me to read with request for advice, which is hard to give ... One begins:
Summer is come Winter is gone On!
the brier And prickly thorn and ends:
My little home Is safe and sound And I'm a tiller of the ground
Worcester, October, 1860
... It so happens that we have just had a visit from Edwin Morton, Gerrit Smith's private tutor, who went to Europe at the time of John Brown.
The wicked flea, whom no man pursueth, Judge Russell satirically termed him: but he is a very cultivated and refined person and had that career among English literati which seems to be cheaply open to all young Yankees.
A letter without date describes Colonel Higginson's first meeting with Anne Whitney, the poet and sculptor:
Here I am in a farmhouse in the loveliest, greenest region of Watertown, on a