faces," but the dear lips are silent—and that is the silence that kills.
Concord, May 24th, 1873.
Dear Mr. . . . .:
After several weeks' absence, I returned yesterday to Concord, to find the volume of poems you had so kindly forwarded, and without stopping to cut the leaves I hasten to thank you most heartily for this friendly remembrance.
Just now I am about to leave Concord, and shall make my home in Bangor, Maine. Mr. F. B. Sanborn's family will occupy my house.
Perhaps you are aware that my precious mother departed a year since. You will be interested to know that Mr. Channing has written a memoir of my brother, which will soon appear.
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