"Adieu, my son; make the best of the time that remains with you at the Philhellenic. A full mind is the true Pantheism, _plena Jovis_. Wherever there is knowledge, there is God. It is only in some corner of the brain which we leave empty, that Vice can obtain a lodging. When she knocks at your door, my son, be able to say, 'No room for your ladyship,--pass on.'--Your affectionate father, "A. CAXTON." * * * * * 2.--FROM MRS CAXTON. "MY DEAREST SISTY,--You are coming home!--My heart is so full of that thought that it seems to me as if I could not write any thing else. Dear child, you are coming home;--you have done with school, you have done with strangers,--you are our own, all our own son again! You are mine again, as you were in the cradle, the nursery, and the garden, Sisty, when we used to throw daisies at each other! You will laugh at me so, when I tell you, that as soon as I heard you were coming home for good, I crept away from the room, and went to my drawer where I keep, you know, all my treasures. There was your little cap that I worked myself, and your poor little nankeen jacket that you were so proud to throw off--oh! and many other relics of you when you were little Sisty, and I was not that cold formal 'Mother' you call me now, but dear 'Mamma.' I kissed them, Sisty, and said 'My little child is coming back to me again!' So foolish was I, I forgot all the long years that have passed, and fancied I could carry you again in my arms, and that I should again coax you to say 'God bless papa.' Well, well! I write now between laughing and crying. You cannot be what you were, but you are still my own dear son--your father's son--dearer to me than all the world--except that father. "I am so glad, too, that you will come so soon: come while your father is really warm with his book, and while you can encourage and keep him to it. For why should he not be great and famous? Why should not all admire him as we do? You know how proud of him I always was; but I do so long to let the world know _why_ I was so proud. And yet, after all, it is not only because he is so wise and learned,--but because he is so good, and has such a large noble heart. But the heart must appear in the book too, as well as the learning. For though it is full of things I don't understand, every now and then there _is_ something I do understand--that seems as if that heart spoke out to all the world. "Your uncle has undertaken to get it published; and your father is going up to town with him about it, as soon as the first volume is finished.