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one to Mr. Rogers, if you think he would like to have it. I would like so much to

               show him in some way how deeply I appreciate all that he is doing for me, and I
               cannot think of anything better to do.




               Every one here is talking about the Sargent pictures. It is a wonderful exhibition
               of portraits, they say. How I wish I had eyes to see them! How I should delight
               in their beauty and color!


               However, I am glad that I am not debarred from all pleasure in the pictures. I
               have at least the satisfaction of seeing them through the eyes of my friends,
               which is a real pleasure. I am so thankful that I can rejoice in the beauties, which

               my friends gather and put into my hands!




               We are all so glad and thankful that Mr. Kipling did not die! I have his “Jungle-
               Book” in raised print, and what a splendid, refreshing book it is! I cannot help
               feeling as if I knew its gifted author. What a real, manly, lovable nature his must
               be!…





               TO DR. DAVID H. GREER


               12 Newbury Street, Boston,


               May 8, 1899.


               …Each day brings me all that I can possibly accomplish, and each night brings
               me rest, and the sweet thought that I am a little nearer to my goal than ever
               before. My Greek progresses finely. I have finished the ninth book of the “Iliad”
               and am just beginning the “Odyssey.” I am also reading the “Aeneid” and the
               “Eclogues.” Some of my friends tell me that I am very foolish to give so much
               time to Greek and Latin; but I am sure they would not think so, if they realized
               what a wonderful world of experience and thought Homer and Virgil have
               opened up to me. I think I shall enjoy the “Odyssey” most of all. The “Iliad” tells
               of almost nothing but war, and one sometimes wearies of the clash of spears and
               the din of battle; but the “Odyssey” tells of nobler courage—the courage of a
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