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I know I should like her very much, because she loves her husband so well.
Ah! that is the wife's high function,—to be his solace and strength, and to give him the pride and pleasure of being her protector.
I have always taken very much to
Mrs. Greenleaf; and I believe the strong element in my attachment to her is my admiration of her love for
Mr. Greenleaf.
She knows all his labors in his profession, and has been over all his work on ‘Evidence,’-a heavy octavo volume, of six hundred and fifty pages.
But you-you, dear
Lieber — have such a wife!
There you sit, in what you call ‘seclusion;’
1 but what is seclusion, ‘with one fair spirit for your minister?’
I read your note to
Howe; and both of us, mournful bachelors, exclaimed that such seclusion must be the acme of happiness.
As for us, towards night we mount our horses, or jump into a gig, and career through the country for two hours; but when again in town, the sad question recurs, like the refrain of a lugubrious ballad, What shall we do?
Where shall we go?
With whom converse?
Ices, strawberries, and chat, wherein are remembered things, experiences, and hopes of all sorts, absorb the remainder of the evening.
Give us
your seclusion.
Ah!
Lieber, be happy!
I see you laugh at this overflow; but shall I not write as the heart bids?
Judge Story is well, and to deliver a discourse before the Alumni of Harvard College at Commencement.
His theme will be three Ds,—‘The Dangers, Difficulties, and Dignity of Scholarship in the
United States.’
He takes the place of
John Quincy Adams, who fails on account of his political engagements at
Washington.
Come and hear him,—if you can bear to leave your ‘seclusion,’ which we so much envy you. How is Oscar?
We feel sad in dear
Longfellow's absence,--
facile princeps of American poets, friend of the warm hand and gushing heart. . . . I drove the Lyells out last evening.
They sail for
Europe in the packet of the 16th.
I break off now to mount with
Howe to ride with two maidens fair.
Ever and ever yours,