“My dearest Ada—Here I am under the roof of her who is more my cousin than any cousin by blood except one.1 She gratifies my taste, and though I have not allowed it to be the director of my friendships I must own I am happier in the society of those who do not offend it. The objects in which I am engaged often make it necessary for me to sacrifice such considerations for not only are philanthropists in general ugly but often less refined than could be desired. Your memory will furnish the examples.”