"This seems like a poetical influence. I think the person who wrote this, was adapted to intellectual pursuits,--a man of fine powers of mind, but not fully progressed in thought. As far as he knew, at the time of this writing, he was appreciative of your suggestions, and of scientific progress. He was a cool-headed man,--not a light or superficial thinker, but thought on deep subjects. He was a brain worker; it makes my brain tired. I think he published books--poems. I think he was more a poet than a prose writer. He was not like Tom Moore--there was nothing light or superficial--his poetry was grand, solid, deep, stirring. He could write upon warlike scenes, vividly and descriptively, but was not in favor of war. He would deplore any appearance of war, but he had a patriotic spirit, a proud spirit, and would defend the right and assail the wrong." This description was verified in his numerous volumes of poetry, such as "Legends of the Islands," "Poetry of the English Lakes," "The Battle," "Town Lyrics," etc. He also published three volumes of "Memoirs of Popular Delusions," edited the _London Review_, and was the war correspondent of the _London Times_ from this country during the rebellion. His opposition to war is shown in the following admirable poem, the reading of which revived my recollection of its author. FREEDOM'S WARFARE. BY CHARLES MACKAY. We want no flag, no flaunting rag, For Liberty to fight; We want no blaze of murderous guns To struggle for the right. Our spears and swords are printed words The mind our battle plain; We've won such victories before, And so we shall again. We love no triumphs sprung of force-- They stain the brightest cause; 'Tis not in blood that Liberty Inscribes her civil laws. She writes them on the peoples' hearts In language clear and plain; True thoughts have moved the world before And so they shall again. We yield to none in earnest love Of Freedom's cause sublime; We join the cry "Fraternity!" We keep the march of Time. And yet we grasp not pike nor spear, Our vict'ries to obtain; We've won without their aid before, And so we shall again. We want no aid of barricades, To show a front to wrong; We have a citadel in truth, More durable and strong. Calm words, great thoughts, unflinching faith Have never striv'n in vain; They've won our battles many a time, And so they will again. Peace, Progress, Knowledge, Brotherhood; The ignorant may sneer, The bad deny; but we rely To see their triumphs near. No widow's groans shall load our cause, Nor blood of brethren slain; We've won without such aid before, And so we shall again.