od cook, and if you were only back in the second story front, there would indeed be reason to believe in a superintending Providence.
It's stupid in you, too, to be there in Paris, when we could keep you so nicely at work on the Cyclopaedia, filling up the gaps as we advance with printing.
But never mind — there will be a good time for us all somewhere.
My love to Mrs. Cranch, and to you, my dear Huntington, the same steady old affection which never showed a sign of giving out.
On April 6, 1858, in explanation of his delay in writing, he says:
The fact is I am a pretty busy chap.
We print about seventy-five pages a week of the Cyclopaedia, which I must prepare the copy for, and then do my part in the revision of the proofs.
Then all the afternoon and evening serving the Tribune. However, we keep good spirits and good digestion, and for constitutional ride a horse for two hours daily. . .. The Household Poetry is not published yet, but there is hope for it within a few