Every letter that my father wrote … all … all had about them an empurpled intensity … a flair …an escalation of objects and events out of the mundane and into the celestial.

Dear Shelly:

It’s great that you made the Mail Bag in Barrons, and that you received a complimentary payment. Possibly you can contribute some new points of view to the financial magazine -- After all -- Many eyes go thru’ the meadow -- But few see the flowers. They probably are in need of a new perspective from an economic point --

You are correct in writing your articles to the papers since -- To shut oneself up from mankind is, in most cases, to lead a dull, as well as a selfish life. Our duty is to make ourselves useful, and thus life may be most interesting, and yet comparatively free from anxiety.

There is an old English Song as follows -

Oh for a book and a shadie nooke,

Either indoors or out;

With the green leaves whispering overhead.

Or the street cryes all about.

Where I may read all at my ease,

Both of the new and old;

For a jolly good booke whereon to look,

Is Better to me than gold.