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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 Fellenberg 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 aU 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. . . . 



