Autograph letter signed : London, to Dr. Baldwin, [1894] Jan. 26.

Concerning his distress on hearing of the death of Miss Woolson; saying "To me it is all ghastly amazement and distress. I hadn't even heard Miss Woolson was ill. Hadn't she sent for you? I have a dismal, dreadful image of her being alone and unfriended at the last. But what sudden disaster overtook her - pneumonia supervening on influenza? That her funeral is to be in Rome - where she would have wished - is in some degree a comfort. But poor isolated and fundamentally tragic being! She was intrinsically one of the saddest and least happy natures I have ever met; and when I ask myself what I feel about her death the only answer that comes to me is from what I felt about the melancholy, the limitations and the touching loneliness of her life. I was greatly attached to her and valued exceedingly her friendship. She had no dread of death and no aversion to it - rather a desire and even a passion for it; and infinite courage and a certain kind of fortitude. Eternal peace be her portion. Can you write to me - no matter how briefly? This won't reach you for two or three days - but even then if I can do any good by coming I will do so;" discussing his plan to come to Florence in April; adding "You have my tenderest compassion in your hideous, your cruel loss of money. What burdens you carry and what blows you get! Very sad indeed, and very characteristic of a dreadful American type of life and character, your brother's dreadfully painful story. I can well believe how it has overdarkened you. But I hope it is all growing less bad. Meanwhile, I rejoice that you have struck a vein of such terrible interest in your poor infinitely to be helped and pitied contadini. The Sicilians have profoundly one's sympathy. Poor Italy - but how i want to see it!"