, then absent from Cambridge
on a vacation, he wrote in August:—
I shall go to Nahant for a few days, and then to business.
Give me fifteen hundred dollars a year, and I will hie away to Florence, where in sight of what is most beautiful in art, and with the most inspiring associations about me, I will feed on the ambrosia of life, nor find the day long which I can give undisturbed to the great masters of human thought.
Stop! Say nothing of this, or my professional chances will be up.
, then at Woods' Hole, he wrote, Aug. 5:—
This goes from Court Street,—my first lines from that street. . . . On Saturday, in the midst of rain, we went to Nahant, where we had a very pleasant dinner with Prescott, who regretted much that you could not come.
General Miller dined with us, and was as agreeable and sterling as ever.2 Lieber is here still; he leaves for Newport on Friday.
He is at the office from morning till night, and the evenings we pass together till very late.
I like him more and more.
His conversation is full and teeming with striking thought and abundance of illustration from all sources.
Very few people in