Hatty Hosmer has arrived in America, and found her father alive and better, but threatened with another attack which must be final.

Gibson came to us yesterday, and we agreed that we never found him so interesting.

I grieve to hear that Mr.Page's pictures (another Venus and a Moses) have been rejected at your Academy.
Robert deserves no reproaches, for he has been writing a good deal this winter--working at a long poem[88] which I have not seen a line of, and producing short lyrics which I _have_ seen, and may declare worthy of him.

For me, if I have attained anything of force and freedom by living near the oak, the better for me.

But I hope you don't think that I mimic [him, or] lose my individuality.