Smith, Logan Pearsall, 1865-1946

"I was very sorry to miss your call yesterday- I had gone out on a little joyride in a friend's motor..."

"This is a begging letter, not a begging letter for money, of which I am sure you recieve plenty [?], but for something more particular for a few words of advice and perhaps 20 minutes of your time..."

"How extremely kind of you: of course your plan is the best of all possible plans. If you will assemble the available sheets in the N[?] gallery, I will come at any time that suits you to examine them..."

"I think its most kind of you to send me your beautiful book. I can't write what I should like to say about your present [?] of this great enigma..."

"I am doing what I never expected to do- I am writing you a begging letter. It is not money I am asking for, since having suffered the gilded ignominy of becoming a best seller in America (and it is an ignomity), I have money enough in my pocket..."

"I'm glad you liked the Atlantic article- I have written to Sedjuick[?] to tell him so..."

"It is horrid of me to bother you with my notes, and, I dare say, (and almost hide) that you don't need them. Nor do I for a moment suppose that they do any good, since its government seems to be infatuated with what it calls great victories..."

"Thank you so much for sending me your paper. You can imagine with what [?] I read it, as the shift and changes in human attention have always been of great interest to me, I have tried to note them by the history of words..."

"We shall indeed be delighted see see[sic] you and Jane next Sunday, and to make to acquaintance of Masla Polin[?]... the latest is a telegram, dated Sept. 26 from a friend of hers in Rome..."

"Here is your dewdrop; if I had known that you had a taste for such delicacies, I could have sent you more from it's tinkling little shower that fell when your pamphlet was being read..."