Sunday Afternoon.
June 23, 1845.
And if I am ‘suspicious of your suspiciousness,’ who gives cause, pray? The matter was long ago settled, I thought, when you first took exception to what I said about higher and lower, and I consented to this much – – that you should help seeing, if you could, our true intellectual and moral relation each to the other, so long as you would allow me to see what is there, fronting me. ‘Is my eye evil because yours is not good?’ My own friend, if I wished to ‘make you vain,’ if having ‘found the Bower’ I did really address myself to the wise business of spoiling its rose-roof, – – I think that at least where there was such a will, there would be also something not unlike a way, Continue reading “#46”