I am led to
think this by seeing how low, how unworthy, the judgments of this
world are; and I would not that what I so much respect, love, and
revere should be placed within reach of its harpy claw, which pollutes
what it touches. The day will yet come which will bring to light every
hidden thing. "There is nothing covered that shall not be revealed,
neither hid that shall not be known;" and so justice will not fail.
Such, my dear friend, are my thoughts; different from what they were
since first I heard that strange, sad history. Meanwhile I love you
forever, whether we meet again on earth or not.
Affectionately yours,
H. B. S.
Before her article appeared in print, Mrs. Stowe addressed the
following letter to Dr. Holmes in Boston:--
HARTFORD, _June_ 26,1869.
DEAR DOCTOR,--I am going to ask help of you, and I feel that
confidence in your friendship that leads me to be glad that I have a
friend like you to ask advice of. In order that you may understand
fully what it is, I must go back some years and tell you about it.
When I went to England the first time, I formed a friendship with Lady
Byron which led to a somewhat interesting correspondence. When there
the second time, after the publication of "Dred" in 1856, Lady Byron
wrote to me that she wished to have some private confidential
conversation with me, and invited me to come spend a day with her at
her country-seat near London.
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