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of terrestrial glory diffused evenly through- out my whole substance Your Brooksian letters I have read with a great deal
of interest - They are so full of the spice poetry of unmingled Nature in many places they express my own present feelings
very fully Quoting from you Forest Glen Without anxiety without expectation all my days come go mixed with such sweetness
to every sense .. again I don't know anything of time but little of space My whole being seemed to open to the sun All this
I do most comprehensively appreciate am just beginning to know how fully congenial you are would that you could share my mountain
enjoyments In all my wanderings through Natures beauty whether it be among the ferns at my cabin door or in the high meadows
peaks or amid the spray music of waterfalls You are the first to meet me I often speak to you as verily present in the flesh
Last Sabbath I was baptized in the irised foam of the Vernal in the divine snow of Nevada you were there also stood in
real presence by the sheet of joyous rapids below the bridge I am glad to know that McClure McChesney have told you of our
night with upper Yosemite Oh what a world is there I passed, no I lived another night there two weeks ago entering as far
within the veil amid equal glory together with Mr Frank Shapleigh of Boston. Mr Shapleigh is an artist I like him, He has
been here six weeks has just left for home. I told to see you to show you his paintings. He is acquainted with Charles Sanderson.
Mrs Waterston Mrs Waterston left the valley before your letter reached me, but one morning about sunrise an old lady came
to the mill asked me if I was the man who was so fond of flowers we had a very earnest unceremonious chat about the valley
about the beyond , she is made of better stuff than most of the people of that heathen town of Boston so also is Shapleigh
Mrs Yelverton is here is going to stop a good while Mrs Waterston told her to find me 00517