...th constant love to mother and yourself, Charles. dearest Longfellow,—I could not speak to you as we parted,—my soul was too full; only tears would flow. Your friendship, and dear Fanny 's, have been among my few treasures, like gold unchanging. For myself, I see with painful vividness the vicissitudes and enthralments of the future, and feel that we shall never more know each othe...