Katharine M. Graydon
"fate of us. I wish the joy of the season to you all, and with Tiny [Tim?] exclaim,"God bless us every one!"Your letter reached me in the summer, and I was glad to hear the news it bore. I know you are working hard, when are we to see the new [book?] Yesterday I picked up an old Atlantic, and re-read your review of the "Silva" with renewed interest and pleasure. I felt, as not before so much, the change in your style the last dozen years. Does anybody else comment on it? If "the style is the man", as the French assert, has the man changed, too? And yet, I think it the common experience with writers. I have beenstruck with it in Lowell. But, whether early or late, your writing possesses a charm for me that never [illegible]aries, and I only want more of it - a regular horse leech's daughter, you may say.What are you reading these days? I am often times hungry for [illegible] and to listen to the people who read. With all the beauty of this sweet spot, I do not have that and I miss it.The Indianapolis friends are about as usual. Janet deemed very near the end all the summer, then the fall frosts [illegible]some renewed vigor alas! The only kind wish for her is that all should be over as soon as possible, as there is help, only great suffering now. Aunt Julie lived, I don't know how, only because she must out live.
Original letter dimensions: 21.5 x 28 cm.
Reel 14, Image 0696
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