ORVILLE DEWEY.

[256] To his Daughter Mary.

BOSTON, Feb. 10, 1861.

HAPPILY for my peace of mind, I have been over to the post-office this

evening and got your letter. For my one want has been to know how that

tremendous Thursday afternoon and night took you; that is, whether it

took you off the ground, or the roof off the house. Here, it did not

unroof any houses, but it blew over a carryall in Beacon Street; and

when Dr. J. went out, like a good Samaritan, to help the people, it did

not respect his virtue at all, but blew him over. Blew him over the

fence, it was said; at any rate; landed him on his face, which was much

bruised, and dislocated his shoulder. So you see I could not tell what

pranks the same wind might play around the corners of certain houses or

barns afar off.

Was there ever anything like the swing of the weather? Now it is warm

here again, and ready to rain. Agassiz told me that the change in

Cambridge, on Thursday, was 71? in ten hours. In Boston it was Go?,

being 100 or 1? colder in Cambridge.

I see Agassiz often of late at Peirce's Lowell Lectures on "the

Mathematics in the Cosmos." The object is to show that the same

ideas, principles, relations, which the mathematician has wrought out

from his own mind, are found in the system of nature, indicating an

identity of thought. You see of what immense interest the discussion

is. But Peirce's delivery of his thoughts is very lame and imperfect

(extemporaneous). Two lectures ago, as I sat by Agassiz, I said at the

close, "Well, I feel obliged to apologize to myself for being here."

A. Why?

[257] D. Because I don't understand half of it.

A. No? I am surprised. I do.

D. Well, that is because you are learned. (Thinking with myself,

however, why does he? For he knows no more of the mathematics than I

do. But I went on.)

D. Well, my apology is this; Peirce is like nature,-vast, obscure,

mysterious,--great bowlders of thought, of which I can hardly get hold;

dark abysses, into which I cannot see; but, nevertheless, flashes of

light here and there, and for these I come.

A. Why, yes, I understand him. Just now, when he drew that curious

diagram to illustrate a certain principle, I saw it clearly, for I know

the same thing in organic nature.

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