James D. Hague 



true with me. Either I shall come 

 there or you will come here. So I 

 will keep my heart up on that hope. 

 Oh dear Don Horacio how deeply I 

 wish we might live under the same 

 skies and talk together daily instead 

 of with the dull silence of years be- 

 tween our meetings. 



" Ever yours 



" Clarence." 



" December 10, '93. 



" My dear Don Horacio : 



" At last I am able to write you a 

 few lines. Hague has told me of 

 your affectionate anxiety about me. 

 It will I am sure comfort you to know 

 that my condition daily improves, 

 that my difficulty is not organic, that 

 it will pass away in a few months 

 leaving me as well as ever. The 

 whole nervous system will have to be 

 given a complete rest for several 

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