They were all written to his parents, except one to his friend, Mr. Edward T. Channing.
To Mr. E. Ticknor. New York, December 31, 1814.
I devoted the greater part of this morning to Fulton's steam machinery.
The first de me think better of his heart than I had before.
At table he talked little, but ate and smoked a great deal.
To Mr. E. Ticknor. Georgetown, D. C., January 17, 1815.
As we drew near to the metropolis I got out and rode forward with the drivepossible to foresee what will be the next measure, it is easy to believe that it will be violent and desperate.
To Mr. E. Ticknor. Port tobacco, Maryland, January 26, 1815.
We left Washington the 24th, just at sunrise, and drove five miles to nd you, my dear mother, look down a little on the pet your indulgence has made.— but now I can answer you both.
To Mr. E. Ticknor. Richmond, February 1, 1815.
You will expect from me some account of Mr. Wickham, and of the Chief Justice of the
e was nobody equal to him but Benjamin Constant.
To Elisha Ticknor. Paris, May 3, 1817.
Well, my dear father and mothn I have seen in Europe,—perhaps the most so.
One day Mr. Ticknor was walking in Paris with a friend and townsman, when they met Baron Humboldt. Mr. Ticknor bowed, and was passing on, when Humboldt stopped, and said that there was to be a function at the Institute the next day, and that if Mr. Ticknor would like to be present, he would give him a ticket.
The offer was ect him for what I saw of his feelings to-night.
To Elisha Ticknor. Paris, June 13, 1817.
. . . . You tell me, in whaou are the person who made a search, some time since, of Mr. Ticknor's papers, etc., in the Rue Taranne, No. 10.
After refled this circumstance expressly in my proces verbal, which Mr. Ticknor also signed himself, and therefore they know it all, as e, as for denouncing any one else.
On the 27th July, Mr. Ticknor says: From the early part of July almost all my French f