I saw myself in the full flower of young ladyhood, carrying at my side
an awkward lad of a dozen years, attired in knickerbockers, and
probably chewing a taffy stick, yet "wooing and loving as never man
loved before."
I suppose, however, the idea in your mind was that you wished Fate had
made me of your own age, and left me free for you.
But few boys of twenty-three are capable of knowing what they want in a
life companion. Ten years from now your ideal will have changed.
You are in love with love, life, and all womankind, my dear boy, not
with me, your friend.
Put away all such ideas, and settle down to hard study and serious
ambitions, and seal this letter of yours, which I am returning with my
reply, and lay it carefully away in some safe place. Mark it to be
destroyed unopened in case of your death. But if you live, I want you to
open, re-read and burn it on the evening before your marriage to some
lovely girl, who is probably rolling a hoop to-day; and if I am living,
I want you to write and thank me for what I have said to you here. I
hardly expect you will feel like doing it now, but I can wait.
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