Had a strange beautiful letter from Sue, on Friday. Wm. Whn' [Washburn] is here yet, strange in so big a world there seems to be no corner for him!

"Dream Life" is not near so great a book as the "Reveries of a Bachelor", yet I think it full of the very sweetest fancies, and more exquisite language I defy a man to use; on the whole I enjoy it very much, tho' I cant help wishing all the time, that he had been translated like Enoch of old, after his Bachelors Reverie, and the "chariot of fire, and the horses thereof," were all that was seen of him, after that exquisite writing.