Enclosures also at hand. The shorter ones are more songs than poems. I
will turn them over to a music publisher, who is a friend of mine. Will
report his decision later.
"I gave the long poem to Francis Lippitt, the well-known composer, and
he is delighted with it and wishes to set it to music. He is great on
grand choruses, Bach fugues, and such like. If he sets it to music he
will have it sung by the Handel and Haydn Society, for he is a great gun
among them just now. The eight stories have reached New York by this
time, and Jameson is reading 'Her Native Land.'
"With best regards to Mr. Bruce Douglas and yourself.
LEOPOLD ERNST.
The third letter was from the Adjutant-General's office, and Quincy
smiled as he finished the first sheet, folded it up and replaced it in
the envelope. As he read the second the smile left his face. "Who would
have thought it?" he said to himself. "Well, after all, heroes are made
out of strange material. He is the man for my money and I'll back him
up, and beat that braggart."
On the following Sunday, after dinner, Quincy had a chat with Uncle Ike.
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