| States that he has just returned from the Canaries, and finds a copy of Henry Sidgwick: A Memoir awaiting him, for which he is very grateful to NS. Explains that he has another copy sent to him in his 'winter quarters', and claims that he 'read it eagerly and re-read it and went on re-re-reading.' Praises the work, and expresses the wish that he could do for Leslie Stephen what NS has done for HS. Supposes that she is tired of praise. Declares that the book has brought back to him 'some old days', and that the more he thinks over them the more he adores the memory of HS. Feels that the owes to him far more than he could put into words, and claims that he could never tell him what he had been to him. |