What a lucky convenience you are, to be sure! When anybody wants Canadian-copyright information, I never waste upon him ink & paper & the slowly hoarded treasures of my ignorance, but cut him off with a curt “Go to Mr. Dawson” & there an end. As per the enclosed village swell, who “dictates” his letters & then writes them out himself. I’ve told him to go to Dawson; you tell him to go to (but you know all the places—you can choose one for him.)

It’s late in the day to be thanking you for your coat & your instructions & hundred other kindnesses conferred upon me, but I want to thank you anyway—& cordially. The visit to Rideau Hall was thoroughly delightful—to me; but it makes my heart ache, to this day, to remember how incredibly, how miraculously, dull, stupid, silent, & unentertaining I was. , & I was necessarily a pretty weighty burden—I knew it exasperatingly well all the time—but there didn’t seem to be any way to shake off my diseased & unaccountable apathy. However, I played it for an eccentricity of genius & let it go at that. I felt entirely at home there; in fact my main difficulty was to be decent & not feel so much at home; but the atmosphere was against me—for it was wholly made up of a pervasive & alluring sincerity, genuineness, candor, & absence of pretense which could not fail to make the stranger fatally forget his strangeness. Well, I would walk across the continent to meet the match to that household for true metal. Canada has to lose His Excellency & the Princess, but I hope some of the rest will stay.

With kindest regards to yourself & your family, I am