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January 17, 1895. Mrs. John Muir, Martinez, Cal. My dear Mrs. Muir, As I am confined at home by illness, I thought possibly
you would pardon this letter by dictation, for I know it will be some time before I am able to write with my own hand, and
I want to send you a copy of my Paderewski poem which I promised you, and which you see I have not forgotten. I enclose also
a copy of a little poem called Kensal Green which is really a dirge that I wrote shortly after I buried my boy in London.I
also want to tell you about the delightful opera season we are having in New York this winter. We have a wealth of talent
- Nordica, Melba, Sybil Sanderson, Eames, the de Rezkes, Plancon and Maurel. We have heard the Huguenots, Faust, Don Giovanni,-
in fact, we have had a splendid selection. I know how fond of music you are, and how much pleasure it would have given you.
Perhaps one of these days you will come here in the winter and enjoy it all. 08548