As I Grew Up I Was Fervently

. . .nature Indifferently Copied Is Far Superior To The Best Idealities.

To Be A Good Draftsman Was To Me A Blessing.

Poor France, Thy Fine Climate, Rich Vineyards, And The Wishes Of The Learned Avail Nothing; Thou Art A Destitute Beggar, And Not The Powerful Friend Thou Wert Represented To Me.

After All, I Long To Be In America Again, Nay, If I Can Go Home To Return No More To Europe, It Seems To Me That I Shall Ever Enjoy More Peace Of Mind, And Even Physical Comfort Than I Can Meet With In Any Portion Of The World Beside.

I Looked Long And Carefully At The Picture Of A Stag Painted By Landseer - The Style Was Good, And The Brush Was Handled With Fine Effect, But He Fails In Copying Nature, Without Which The Best Work Will Be A Failure.