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Title: The Stark Munro Letters
Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro,
M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert
Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years
1881-1884

Author: J. Stark Munro

Editor: Arthur Conan Doyle

Posting Date: July 11, 2008 [EBook #290]
Release Date: July, 1995

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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THE STARK MUNRO LETTERS

By J. Stark Munro

BEING A SERIES OF TWELVE LETTERS
WRITTEN BY J. STARK MUNRO, M.B.,
TO HIS FRIEND AND FORMER FELLOW-STUDENT,
HERBERT SWANBOROUGH,
OF LOWELL, MASSACHUSETTS,
DURING THE YEARS 1881-1884

Edited And Arranged By A. Conan Doyle

The letters of my friend Mr. Stark Munro appear to me to form so
connected a whole, and to give so plain an account of some of the
troubles which a young man may be called upon to face right away at the
outset of his career, that I have handed them over to the gentleman who
is about to edit them. There are two of them, the fifth and the ninth,
from which some excisions are necessary; but in the main I hope that
they may be reproduced as they stand. I am sure that there is no
privilege which my friend would value more highly than the thought that
some other young man, harassed by the needs of this world and doubts
of the next, should have gotten strength by reading how a brother had
passed down the valley of shadow before him.

HERBERT SWANBOROUGH.

LOWELL, MASS.

THE STARK MUNRO LETTERS.

I. HOME. 30th March, 1881.

I have missed you very much since your return to America, my dear
Bertie, for you are the one man upon this earth to whom I have ever been
able to unreservedly open my whole mind. I don't know why it is; for,
now that I come to think of it, I have never enjoyed very much of your
confidence in return. But that may be my fault. Perhaps you don't find
me sympathetic, even though I have every wish to be. I can only say that
I find you intensely so,