Larkspur, California,March 8, 1903.Dear Mr. Muir:I don't know whether I have yet informed you that in a journalistic sense I departed this life on the 7th of last December. On that day I gave up my position as Sunday Editor of the Examiner, retaining oily the literary editorship. My position was the most paradoxical one I ever heard of — my head full of Milton and Tennyson and my hands full of yellow manuscripts. But no more of that for yours truly.It was just about a year ago that I visited you; and I have been thinking every day [illegible] about another pilgrimage to the Muir Mecca. Would next Saturday be convenient for you to receive me? I feel a great delicacy about breaking in upon your quiet, as I always fear I can bring you very little that is worth while to you, while you give so much to me. But there is a subject very near to my heart that I want to talk over with you. You know that May 26th will be the hundredth anniversary of the birth of Emerson. I want to see what can he done by the literary folk of the Coast to celebrate that event. The centenary will be celebrated in the last and the West ought to do something to show that we know who our foremost American was and how great he was.
1903 Mar 8
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