I rec'd your letter this morning. I am having a nice time here, but
think I shall go back home this week, as the rot seems to be working in
the Niagaras quite badly, and the rain and heat continue. Mr. Taylor is
dead and buried. He died the day I left (Friday). Rodman likes Harvard
very much and says he will do anything he can for you He says if you
want to mess in Memorial Hall you ought to put your name down at once.
There is a special Harvard student here, a Mr. Hickman, who is tutoring
Mr. Gilder's children. I like him very much. He is in the Lawrence
Scientific School--about your age and a fine fellow--from Nova Scotia. I
have been to the Johnsons at Stockbridge. Owen is in love with Yale and
wants you to come there. Owen will be a writer, he has already got on
the Yale "Lit." He is vastly improved and I like him much. We had a five
mile walk together yesterday. Rodman I think will be a journalist. He
is already one of the editors of a Harvard paper--"The Crimson" I think.
The country here is much like the Delaware below Hobart. I shall stop at
Salisbury to visit Miss Warner and then home Friday or Saturday. I will
write to my publishers to send you Hill's Rhetoric. I think you better
come home early next week and stop with me at SS. Love to all.
Your loving father,