The weather and scenery are usually splendid just now. Did I see you
(in white frock and black silk apron) when I was in Ohio in 1835? Your
sister I knew well, and I have a clear recollection of your father. I
believe and hope you were the young lady in the black silk apron.
Do you know I rather dreaded reading your book! Sick people _are_
weak: and one of my chief weaknesses is dislike of novels,--(except
some old ones which I almost know by heart). I knew that with you I
should be safe from the cobweb-spinning of our modern subjective
novelists and the jaunty vulgarity of our "funny philosophers"--the
Dickens sort, who have tired us out. But I dreaded the alternative,--
the too strong interest. But oh! the delight I have had in "Dred!" The
genius carries all before it, and drowns everything in glorious
pleasure. So marked a work of genius claims exemption from every sort
of comparison; but, _as you ask for my opinion of the book_, you
may like to know that I think it far superior to "Uncle Tom." I have
no doubt that a multitude of people will say it is a falling off,
because they made up their minds that any new book of yours must be
inferior to that, and because it is so rare a thing for a prodigious
fame to be sustained by a second book; but, in my own mind I am
entirely convinced that the second book is by far the best. Such
faults as you have are in the artistic department, and there is less
defect in "Dred" than in "Uncle Tom," and the whole material and
treatment seem to me richer and more substantial.
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