d Mrs. Howe recited the Battle Hymn of the
Republic, which I thought very characteristic of the city. To-day I
posed again and Cumnock took me over Cambridge and into all of the
Clubs where I met some very nice boys and felt very old. Then we went
to a tea Cushing gave in his rooms and to night I go to Mrs. Deland's.
But the mornings with the Fairchilds are the best. DICK.

In the spring of 1891 my mother and sister, Nora, went abroad for the
summer, and the following note was written to Richard just before my
mother sailed:

DEAR DICK:

This is just to give my dearest love to you my darling. Some day at
sea when I cannot hear you nor see you, whenever it is that you get
it--night or morning---you may be sure that we are all loving and
thinking of you.

Keep close to the Lord. Your Lord who never has refused to hear a
prayer of yours.

Just think that I have kissed you a thousand times.

MOTHER.

FRANKLIN SQUARE, NEW YORK.

June, 1891.

DEAR MOTHER:

Your letters are a great delight to me but I think you are going
entirely too quickly. You do not feel it now but you are simply
hurrying through the courses of your long dinner so rapidly that when
dessert comes you will not be up to it. A day or two's rest and less
greed to see many things would be much more fun I should think, and you
will enjoy those days more to look back to when you wandered around
some little town by yourselves and made discoveries than those you
spent doing what you feel you ought to do. Excuse this lecture but I
know that when I got to Paris I wanted to do nothing but sit still and
read and let "sights" go-- You will soon learn not to duplicate and
that one cathedral will answer for a dozen. And I am disappointed in
your mad desire to get to Edinboro to get letters from home, as though
you couldn't get letters from me every day of your life and as if there
were not enough of you together to keep from getting homesick. I am
ashamed of you. But that is all the scolding I have to do for I do not
know what has given me more pleasure than your letters and Nora's
especially. They tell me the best news in the world and that is, that
you are all getting as much happiness out of it as I have prayed you
would. I may go over in September myself. But I would only go to
London. Now, then for Home news. I have sold the "Reporter Who Made
Himself King" to McClure's for $300. to be published in the syndicate
in August. I have