he bad thing. These are necessary; that is not
necessary, but to human weakness. But fie upon discoursing to a man who
is just stepping on shipboard! May it bear you safely! May it tread the
mountain wave "as a steed that knows its rider," and is conscious of
what it bears from us! My heart will go with you in a double sense; for
I want to see England,--I want to see Italy, and the Alps, and the south
of France. I don't know whether you intend to do all this; and I am very
certain not to do any of it. I know that yours will not be a travelled
heart, any more than Goldsmith's. Let me lay in my claim for as many of
its kind thoughts as belong to me. But yet more, let me assure you, as
the exigency demands, that for every one you have thus to render, I have
five to give in return.

I believe you will not be sorry, at this time, that my lines and words
are few and far between; for your leisure cannot serve to read many.

Mrs. D. desires her best wishes to you. We do not know whether Mrs. Ware
goes with you, but hope she does.

I took my pen feeling as if I had not a word to say, but--God bless you!
and that I say with all my heart. Write me from abroad if you can, but
make no exertion to do so.

Yours as ever,

O. DEWEY.

To the Same.

NEW BEDFORD, Sep. 14, 1830,

DEAR WARE,--I write down the good old compellation here, not because
I have anything in particular to say [142] to you, but just to assure
myself in the agreeable conviction that you are again within sixty miles
of me. When you get a little quiet, when matters have taken some form
with you, when you have seen some hundreds of people, and answered some
thousands of questions, then take your pen for the space of ten minutes,
and tell me of your "whereabouts," and how your strength and spirits
hold out, and what is the prospect.

I hope you will not disappoint me of the visit this autumn, for I want
to talk the sun down and the stars up with you. I suppose you have tales
enough for "a thousand and one nights." You have made friends here,
moreover, even in Rome,--some by hearsay, and others who will be here
probably in a fortnight or three weeks. Kind Mrs. Ware has admirers
here. Think of that, sir! That while Mr. W. is spoken of only with a
kind of reverence, the lady carries off all the charms and fascinations
of epithet. But alas! Such is the hard fate of us of the wiser sex.
There are other senses than Saint Paul's in which we may say, "Where I
am weak