[41 Brimmer St.; forwarded to 1418 East 63d St., Seattle]
Although it is pleasant to be writing again to a place so comparatively near to Boston, I imagine that you may now be several weeks without hearing from me – which certainly is a deprivation to me if not to you! – as I suppose that you will tarry on the way back, very likely, on little visits in the middle West? However, I like to think that there will be a little pile of letters from London waiting for you, even though some of them, like this, are brief – but I shall really write a long letter on Monday and Tuesday. I was up rather late last night – did not start to bed till 11:45 which is very late for us; and consequently was a sluggard this morning; so that with the usual odds and ends of work I have left myself only five or ten minutes for writing to you. Meanwhile I have been able to reread your letter of the 29th again and again, always with more appreciation and a feeling of being always nearer to you. YouChristianitysins, vices, faults;d5bound up with the virtues;a4 areChristianityvirtues heavenly and capital;e1bound up with the vices;a1 right, I think, in relating faults to virtues – I mean, I am sure that progress is not a simple matter of weeding out faults – the roots of the faults are entangled with the roots of the virtues – that is not a very good metaphor; it is a question of gradual improvement of the whole being, so that the faults fade away rather than are violently torn out; to improve one’s good qualities and organise them is more important; and it is the desire for good, rather than the abhorrence of ill, which is really creative … But I have no time to expand this at present, however clumsily it be expressed. And next week I want to chat more, too, just about events and thoughts of the moment; and my Emily, we want and ought to want all the joy that is possible.