I hope to meet my friend under its branches yet; if we don't have "youth at the prow," we will have "pleasure at the 'elm." And just now, again, I have got a letter about some grand willows in Maine, and another about an elm in Wayland, but too late for anything but thanks.
[And this leads me to say, that I have received a great many communications, in prose and verse since I began printing these notes.

The last came this very morning, in the shape of a neat and brief poem, from New Orleans.

I could not make any of them public, though sometimes requested to do so.

Some of them have given me great pleasure, and encouraged me to believe I had friends whose faces I had never seen.

If you are pleased with anything a writer says, and doubt whether to tell him of it, do not hesitate; a pleasant word is a cordial to one, who perhaps thinks he is tiring you, and so becomes tired himself.