xT. 36.) TO POLLS. 349 
spite of all my endeavors at compression, that I can 
make nothing to speak of from the first edition, even 
if it sells right off. 
TO J. L. L. 
Monday evening, 9 o’clock, 1847. 
When I reached home Henry and Agassiz were here. 
No one else came (as I expected), and* Agassiz in- 
sisted on returning in the nine o’clock omnibus. 
Agassiz and Henry enjoy and admire each other so 
richly, and talk science so glowingly and admiringly, 
that I think I should not have been at all surprised to 
see them exchange kisses before they were done. And 
Agassiz told him he meant to come to Cambridge, and 
they began to talk of their children, and Agassiz read 
extracts from letters just received from his wife and 
his son, who —to Agassiz’s great pride and satisfaction 
—had just climbed the Hetlonbang in the Breisgau, 
slept on the summit in the open air to see the sun rise 
in the morning, then descended and walked, I forget 
how many miles. Pretty well for a lad of eleven. 
It is not a year since I told Henry that he should 
have either Agassiz or Wyman at Washington, but 
that we must have one of them at Cambridge. 
Beyond all expectation we have them both! 
Henry gave me — I know not what led to it—a full 
detailed account of his life from early boyhood, which 
was full of curious interest and suggested much matter 
for reflection. In the evening we fell to discoursing 
on philosophical topics, and Henry threw out great 
and noble thoughts, and as we both fell to conversing 
with much animation my headache disappeared en- 
tirely. There is no man from whom I learn so much 
as Henry. He calls out your own powers, too, sur- 
prisingly, . 
