Typed letter signed : "Lamb House, Rye", to Dr. Baldwin, 1899 Aug. 30.

Discussing the health of his brother, William James; saying "You keep admirably your promise of letting me hear from you about William. What I thus learn -- more distinctly than yet from himself -- makes me rather sick and sore and sad: so narrow a squeak does he seem to have had from being considerably less within rescue. Physiological details--I am so timorously constituted (only for others, however: yourself, for instance)--always terrify me; yet I try to bear up under these you here give me. Let me believe at least in the reality of the rescue. But that the poor boy should have to come out for successive summers is a complication staggering, I fear, both to him and his wife. I am impatient to have them with me in order to prove how I shall, at all events, be able to assist them to face it. May all, meanwhile, all round, move firmly and fast. I am too glad--by which I mean more glad than I can say--that you are with them, and they with you...You must uplift each other more than you depress--and may the supersubtle Schott, at any rate, cause you all together to kick the beam. I shall be delighted when William and Alice bring me eyewitness news of yourself ...All the while, in the hideous way in which we profit by misfortunes even of those we love most, I am coddling my organ at such a rate that I no longer bicycle up anything less level than a billiard table. Fortunately we have about here a billiard table of some twenty miles--which you didn't see half enough of...You must be bothered about your boys. I wish it were a matter in which I could help you. But I am a poor creature who, in default of garnering up certain parental and other experiences for himself, hasn't even had the decency to provide some store of them for his friends. At least, however, by this, I am qualified for not telling you lugubriously and ominously what not to do;" encouraging him to send "the lads back to Framlingham;" adding "Yes--here too we eat and drink poor Dreyfus. And as the days go on my foreboding has somewhat changed. One begins to see that acquittal may be at the backs of the heads, or in the soles of the boots of the Judges--and that it is just because it will come to the front that they, as a policy, for public opinion, even exaggerate the appearance of giving the most exhaustive chance to everything that's against him. But what a consciousness that of poor D. himself! What can be left in him, by this time, to feel? If some Schott could look into his heart--! Good-bye, dearest Baldwin. I think with delight of what Nauheim may, in its comparative convenience to your natural whereabouts, do each year for you...I am writing, very briefly, as it happens, just now to William. But read this to him--And heaven help you all!"