
          But I have no lands to be robbed of by
perjured knaves and hold no place to 
excite envy. Now I verily think I do
good to others and am not one of society's 
drones. I shall be happy to find 
you poor and contented. Though I should
not wish to see you quarrelling with the destinies
of Providence; I had rather even see
you rich.

Can it be possible that I can really
to see you at all? What impression
will your presence make on my
feelings? Are you still that self-same
being, who, by a kind of instinctiveimpulse,
saved my sinking spirits from
desperation at a time when those who
were under the deepest obligations to
me defeated me? Were I the owner of a
world I would give one half of it for
the consciousness of having been the
author of those deeds of benevolence,
which so emphatically characterized
those green years of your boy-hood.
But I will stop; [crossed out: ?] that enthusiasm,
for which I have been so often checked,
render the subject disgusting to you.

Thus to business. When you
mention dedicating a plant to Bigelow,
I presume you had forgotten that Smith
had already honored him in this way.
See the last supplementary number to
Ress' Cyclopedia.

Yours,
Amos Eaton.
        