e one of the few persons lucky enough to be born with eyes in your head,--that is, with something behind the eyes which makes them of value.
To most people the seeing apparatus is as useless as the great telescope at the observatory is to me,--something to stare through with no intelligent result.
Nothing could be better than the conception of your plot (so far as I divine it), and the painting — in of your figures.
As for theology, it is as much a part of daily life in New England as in Scotland, and all I should have to say about it is this: let it crop out when it naturally comes to the surface, only don't dig down to it. A moral aim is a fine thing, but in making a story an artist is a traitor who does not sacrifice everything to art. Remember the lesson that Christ gave us twice over.
First, he preferred the useless Mary to the dish-washing Martha, and next, when that exemplary moralist and friend of humanity, Judas, objected to the sinful waste of the Magdalen's ointment, th