Letters to a Friend 



since. You know my tastes better than any one 

 else. I am, most gratefully, 



JOHN MUIR. 



Indianapolis, May 2nd, 1867. 



I am sorry and surprised to hear of the cruel 

 fate of your ^plants. 



I have never seen so happy flowers in any 

 other home. They lived with you so cheerfully 

 and confidingly, and felt so sure of receiving 

 from you sympathy and tenderness in all their 

 sorrows. 



How could they grow cold and colder and 

 die without your knowing? They must have 

 called you. Could any bedroom be so remote 

 you could not hear? I am very sorry, Mrs. 

 Carr, for you and them. Can your loss be re 

 paired ? Will not other flowers lose confidence 

 in you and live like those of other people, sickly 

 and mute, half in, half out of, the body? 



No snow fell here Easter evening, but a few 

 wet flakes are falling here and there to-day. 



Thank you for sending the prophecy of that 

 [21 ] 



