July 30, '61.
What a summer it is
and has been! That nothing shall be wanting, we have a comet, too; a comet seen
last when Charles Fifth was abdicating and Calais was falling, and Elizabeth
was coming to the throne, and Ben Jonson and Spenser and the Dutch William were
alive, and Philip Sidney was a gray-eyed boy of two. Can you see all that in
the bushy swash of the comet's tail?
Winthrop's death
makes a great void in our little neighborhood. We all knew him so well and
loved him so warmly, and he was so much and intimately with us, that he seems
to have fallen out of our arms dead.
Thank Jane for her
most welcome letter. Give our dear loves to your dear mother, to Jane and
Grace; and may God have us all and our country in his holy keeping.
SOURCE: Edward Cary, George William Curtis, p.
146-7
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