Letters to a Friend 



of human kind are protected by the hand of 

 God, blooming joyfully through a long beauti 

 ful life in places and times that are strewn with 

 the wrecks of the powerful and the great, so in 

 these far mountains, where are the treasures of 

 snow and storms, live in safety and innocence 

 these sweet, tender children of the plants. 

 Had looked long and well for Cassiope, but in 

 all my long excursions failed to find its dwelling- 

 places and began to fear that we would never 

 meet, but had presentiment of finding it to 

 day, and as I passed a rock-shelf after reaching 

 the great gathered heaps of everlasting snow, 

 something seemed to whisper 'Cassiope, Cas 

 siope. 5 That name was 'driven in upon me/ 

 as Calvinists say, and, looking around, behold 

 the long-looked-for mountain child!" 



Farewell! I do not care to write much be 

 cause you seem so near. I hope that you will 

 all be very happy in your new home and not 

 feel too sorely the separation from the loved 

 places and people of Wisconsin. 



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