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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 25: service for Crawford.—The Somers Mutiny.—The nation's duty as to slavery.—1843.—Age, 32. (search)
efore the Flood. He bears his honors very quietly, and descends without a sigh from the Mount of Poesy to the painful routine of the office. . . . I know that your nature, sensitive to all moral excellence, is too generous and candid to judge harshly another. A reference to a person whose reputation was the subject of social criticism. I hate vice, and will join in the strongest denunciations against it; but I shrink from judging a mortal like myself. God bless every gentle soul! Sept. 13.—Again my pen turns to you. This morning the Orpheus arrived in Boston; and I have been wearying myself in attending to its transportation to the Athenaeum. It is not yet opened. Perhaps you will see it in Rome as soon as the world here is able to enjoy it. It is a wonderful work of art; and you must honor the artist for such a production. He already knows you as the friend of his friends, and I know will be glad to see you. Felton is well, and his wife better than for two years. Evening
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, chapter 30 (search)
ity by which it is sustained; but I sometimes doubt his judgment and taste. You are now at home, with your dear wife by your side, under your own roof. I long to see you both in those rooms where we have talked and mused so many nights. If I pass through New York in a week, shall I find L—— and A——there? If so, what number on Bond Street? Crawford will be with his mother, or happy in Bond Street. Have you seen all your friends; and how do things appear? My hosts return to town on Friday, Sept. 13; and Miss Sedgwick, one of your warmest friends and admirers, goes on the 15th. Adieu I Ever thine, C. S. To George S. Hillard. Pittsfield, Sept. 12, 1844. dear Hillard,—. . . I hope for a long letter from Felton, in his most amusing manner. Remember me affectionately to my friends. The interest they have expressed in my health fills me with gratitude. I wish you were still here. Your presence would help me bear the weight of Fanny Kemble's conversation; for, much as I