Our young poet, too, one we raised in this place, Mr.Lindsay, and a superior article of poet, as we think,--that is, some of us, for the rest of us are jealous of him, because the girls are all dying for him and want his autograph.

And Cyp,--yes, you must talk to Cyp,--he has ideas.

But don't forget to get hold of old Byles Master Gridley I mean--before you go.
Big head.

Brains enough for a cabinet minister, and fit out a college faculty with what was left over.

Be sure you see old Byles.