ou. My next, I suppose, will be from the Classic Hole,—Jeremiah's Patmos,—a more euphuistical combination of four words than has been made since the days of Lily.
I am vain of it.
You will probably gather from the bucolic entusimuzy of my letter that I never was in this part of the world before.
It is so. All Berkshire is new to me; but I think we shall come here often hereafter.
It is more agreeable, as well as more picturesque, than I expected.
To William H. Prescott, Nahant. Woods' Hole, Sunday, August 14, 1842.
my dear William,—you will be glad to hear that the rest of your manuscript is safe.
Manuscript of the Conquest of Mexico. . . . . We were just ready for it, having, a few hours before it came, reached the antepenultimate chapter of the first portion of the manuscript.
Last night, when we went to bed, we left poor Montezuma moaning out his life, in the hands of his atrocious conqueror.
I cannot bear to have his sufferings prolonged, and as the next chapter<