and the continued life of that person whom we so love. We are, both of us, fast declining into the scar and yellow leaf"; we have far outlived the average years of man's life, and besides your mentioning to me in a letter, when I was in Texarkana, that you were now "carrying the weight of seventy three years" and expected before long to give up business in this life in order to enter another sphere of existence, stating at the same time that your health had not been good of late, has caused me to feel by no means certain that your will be there among the living to answer my letter when ever I now write to you. I hope, however, that my fears in this respect are not warranted. , , You also told me in the letter to which I have just referred that the world was still using you as it had for many years. , , Is it not painfully sorrowful and maddening Lysander, the reflect that you who have worked hard and given so much valuable thoughts to the world have been kept in poverty as a reward for what you have done for it, and have received so little of life enjoyment for which you have had so large an inward capacity to received. When I think of the vast wealth that ignorance and selfishness hords [sic] up without capacity of enjoying, either used upon themselves or bestowing it on others more worthy, I feel that burglary and highway robbery is but a protest of poetic