To JAMES T. FIELDS May 10, [1861], Wheeling
Mr. Fields
I am sorry. I thank you for the kindness with which you veil the disappointment.[1] Whatever holier meaning life or music has for me, has reached me through the ‘pathetic minor’ – I fear that I…
To JAMES T. FIELDSAugust 9, [1861], Wheeling
Mr. Fields
I am very glad.— The story disappointed me, and I was afraid you would not like it. It was so much like giving people broken bits of apple-rind to chew.
Divide it as you please, certainly,…
To JAMES T. FIELDSJuly 30, [1861], Wheeling
Mr. Fields
I send the ms. by today ‘s mail.[1] Read it in a real July humour,—please—for I meant you to like it.
Perhaps the name promises too much for so simple a story, if so, alter…
