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Jan. 29, 1900, Roxbury, Monday morning. Dear Dr. Abbott: I shall stay at home this morning--so I shall not see you. All the same I want to thank you again for the four sermons: and to say that I am sure they will work lasting good for the congregation. More than this. I think you ought to think that such an opportunity to go from church to church and city to city--gives you a certain opportunity and honour--which even in Plymouth Pulpit a man does not have--and to congregations such a turning over the new leaf means a great deal. Did you ever deliver the Lectures on Preaching at New Haven? With Love always, Always yours, E. E. Hale. [11] From "Silhouettes of My Contemporaries," by Lyman Abbott. Copyright, 1921, by Doubleday, Page & Co. From Friedrich Nietzsche to Karl Fuchs:[12] Sils-Maria, Oberengadine, Switzerland, June 30, 1888. My dear Friend: How strange! How strange! As soon as I was able to transfer myself to a cooler clime (for in Turin the thermometer stood at 31 day after day) I intended to write you a nice letter of thanks. A pious intention, wasn't it? But who could have guessed that I was not only going back to a cooler clime, but into the _most ghastly_ weather, weather that threatened to shatter my health! Winter and summer in senseless alternation; twenty-six avalanches in the thaw; and now we have just had eight days of rain with the sky almost always grey--this is enough to account for my profound nervous exhaustion, together with the return of my old ailments. I don't think I can ever remember having had worse weather, and this in my Sils-Maria, whither I always fly in order to escape bad weather. Is it to be wondered at that even the parson here is acquiring the habit of swearing? From time to time in conversation his speech halts, and then he always swallows a curse. A few days ago, just as he was coming out of the snow-covered church, he thrashed his dog and exclaimed: "The confounded cur spoiled the whole of my sermon!"... Yours in gratitude and devotion, Nietzsche. [12] From "Selecte
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