February 13th 1896
My Dear Clarence
I am all dressed and waiting for Miss Lathrop to call for me to go to the concert. Yours of Monday night received this morning. The returned envelope is absurd with Illinois plainly written at the bottom, what excuse was there for sending it to some other state. I have directed all of the last
dozen letters that I have written to your house the same way- "Postal stupidity" always makes me mad.
If that picture does not arrive tomorrow I shall not be reponsible for the consequences. Perhaps you wont hear from me for a week or perhaps you will receive announcement cards proclaiming the marriage of Miss Grace Hall to Mallinson Randall Esq. How would you like that??
Oh! I feel like tormenting somebody on something tonight I am spoiling for a fuss -- There goes the bell, now I'm going, be a good boy, while I am gone, & mind those wrinkles
It is now about midnight. I have come home with my soul just filled with music - such a final[e] I am going to copy you some little verses, that were set to music tonight by one of the composers. They are
Through the midnight heaven an angel flew And a soft low song, sang he; And the moon & the stars & the rolling clouds Heard that holy melody He sang of the bliss of sinless souls 'Neath the tents of eden bowers; Of God the Great One he sang And unfeigned was his praise of Godhead's powers ----------------------------------- A little babe in his arms he bore For this world of woe and tears; and the sound of his song in the soul of the child Kept ringing tho wordless for years And long languished she on this earth below With a wondrous longing filled: But the world's harsh songs could not change for her The notes which that angel trilled ------------------------------- Goodnight my love Your Grace