Sunday, May 24, 2026

Diary of Lucy Larcom, October 30, 1861

"And with a child's delight in simple things." That I have not lost all this, I felt to-day, in receiving a note from an unknown person, from one who had read some poems of mine in childhood, and now, a woman, bears something not unworthy the name of poet; to hear some new voice speaking to me in this way, as a friend, is pleasant to me. I have written as I have felt, in my verses; they have been true words from my deepest life, often; and I am glad whenever they call forth a sincere answer, as now; — one word of real appreciation repays me for pages of mere fault-finding. Yet a kind fault-finder is the best of friends.

What is the meaning of "gossip?" Doesn't it originate with sympathy, an interest in one's neighbor, degenerating into idle curiosity and love of tattling? Which is worse, this habit, or keeping one's self so absorbed intellectually as to forget the sufferings and cares of others, to lose sympathy through having too much to think about?

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary, pp. 110-1

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