[4]O how frequently, Mrs Carr, when lonely & wearied, have I wished that like some hungry worm I could creep into that delightful kernel of your house - your library, with its portraits of scientific men, and so bountiful a store of their sheaves amid the blossom and verdure of your little kingdom of plants, luxuriant & happy as though holding their leaves to the open sky of the most flower-lov- ing zone in the world. That sweet day did as you wished reach our hollow, and another is with us now, the sky has the haze of Autumn and excepting the aspen not a tree has motion upon our enclosing wall of verdure new tints appear, the gorgeous dyes of Autumn are too plainly seem, and the forest seems to have found out that again its leaf must fad...