eath some measure of his spirit. It is doubtless a
pleasure, and a help too, to read the good books of good men; but there
are many good men who write good books, and he is among the few who
cannot. He has suffered from ill health, particularly difficulties in
the head; and though his gift of extemporaneous speech is remarkable, he
cannot compose for printing without labor of the brain which is
injurious to him. In this he also resembles Dr. Follen, of whom he
reminds me, who wrote little, and published less.

I do not know anything of Miss Muloch--that, I think, is the name of the
writer whose book you mention as having notices of my uncle and aunt
introduced into it....

Publicity is the safest of all protections, as in some sense freedom is
also. Women, I suppose, will find this out, as the people are finding it
out; but in the beginning of their working out their newly discovered
theories into rational practice, people in general, and women in
particular, will do some wonderful things. The women especially, having
for the most part had hitherto little positive or practical knowledge of
life, will be apt "to make all earth amazed" with the first performances
of various kinds of their new experience; but it is all in the day's
work of the good old world, which is ordained to see reasonable and good
men and women upon its ancient, ever-blooming surface, in greater
numbers henceforward than hitherto: but the beginnings are strange....

Yours ever,
FANNY.

2, PARK PLACE, HALIWELL LANE, MANCHESTER.
MY DEAREST HAL,

At the conclusion of my reading yesterday evening, letters were put into
my hands containing no fewer than six offers of new engagements; and,
situated as I am, I cannot reject this money. I have endeavored, in
answering these invitations, to get the readings all as close to each
other as possible, and I now think that I may get off about the 22d; but
the same sort of interruption to my plans may occur again, and thus I
may be delayed, though I have got my passport and have even written to
bespeak rooms at an hotel....

My dearest Hal, you have written to me three days running, and good part
of each of your letters is disquisition on _Calvinism_.... Thus I have
here lying by my side nine pages of your handwriting. I have just
swallowed my dinner, after travelling from London, an