My dear little friend,

Your kind and soulful letter came by the bearer, Miss. Brown. It was so trusting so fragrant of youth and the simple loving reliance on Truth that comes ere the weight of education turns it aside, — comes in the springtime of years, that it tempted me to turn aside from my usual mode and answer you at once. I have so many promiscuous letters I cannot do this generally, only make some exceptional cases.

The interest you have in Metaphysics is owing to your unsullied mind, your thoughts are open to the light, and turn as naturally as the flower in the direction whence the light comes.

I hope dear one, you always will preserve the pages of mind just so pure and ready to receive all good impressions and to shut out all that should in the least mar these fair pages. You gave a sweet and graphic description of your pleasant home. I should love to visit it sometime, I possibly may, but the probabilities are not in favor of my having quite so much leisure Please remember me to your dear Mother and when you think of me remember I love you, and always shall love such as you.