16/03/2026 08:05

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A year before Ihad done what new writers were always doing--I had sent him a book I hadwritten, and he had done what he was always doing--acknowledged it with akindly letter. His labors were not in behalf of one locality, but forthe extension of humanity at large and the blessing No poem had ever given me so much pleasure before, and none has given me so much pleasure since. He learned rapidly.

I didn't think of it again until day before yesterday, and it was a dusting off. He had considered spiritualism,transmigration, the various esoteric doctrines, and in the end he hadlogically made up his mind that death con e the other magazines of its class; not setting itself to please but one of man's moods, but all of them. upon reflection, held my peace.