Finally he was sent to the hospital, from which he was, after a long treatment, sent back as incurable, and I was told that probably all I could do for him henceforward was to make death as easy as it might be.
The Acropolis book, published privately, cleared for me about $1000.
Moreover, difficulties had arisen over the will of my brother, with which none of the parties interested were contented, and so, by a compromise, the family received a part, of which, after the deduction of my drafts from Rome, accepted before his death, there came to me $500.

Hence I was, after my straits, at comparative ease for the moment.

One of the most generous friends my vagabond past had given me, the late J.M.Forbes of Boston, gave me a commission for a landscape, and I returned to my painting, living in a tent in the Glen of the White Mountains near to the subject chosen.

Here I received a visit from Agassiz, and here we had our last meeting and conversation on nature and art.

But the long abstention from painting had left me half paralyzed--the hand had always been too far behind the theory.