"I have reason to be grateful for your birthday, since I find you one of the most interesting persons I have ever had the happiness to know." "I have just finished reading 'The Diary of a Saint,' and I cannot wait an hour to tell you how very greatly I admire it. It has been said that all the stories were told. You prove how untrue is this statement,--for your story, or anything like it, has never been told before. It is absolutely unique and original.... I am so interested in every page of the book that I have an impatient desire to know all the spiritual experiences that lead to it." "Just now at Les Voirons (Haute Savoie) I have found a sort of hilltop paradise. Four thousand and more feet above the sea level, the air is like balm, and the views indescribably lovely. I have never seen Mont Blanc half so well. It is far more wonderful than the view from Chamounix. And just now at night the white ghost of a young moon hangs above it, in a pale, clear sky, and the lesser peaks all around shimmer in the moonlight. This hotel is ten climbing miles from any railroad station. You can buy nothing here but postage stamps." In a characteristic letter from Rome, Richard Greenough, the sculptor, says: _Mr. Greenough to Mrs. Moulton_ "The sidereal certainty of your movements impresses me. It reminds me of the man who ordered his dinner in England a year in advance, and when the time came he was there to eat it.... Do I feel sure of a life after this? Was ever a note charged with such heavy ballast? To attempt an answer would take a volume,--to give an answer would require a conscience.... While reading Cicero's Tusculan Disputations 'On Grief,' I found a quotation from Sophocles that reminds me of your loss in Philip's death. "No comforter is so endowed with wisdom That while he soothes another's heavy grief, If altered fortune turns on him her blow, He will not bend beneath the sudden shock And spurn the consolation he had given. "I wonder if you know how poetic you are? Do what you may,--read, write, or talk, you make real life seem ideal, and ideal life seem real. Your sweet 'After Death' is above all praise." On the appearance of "Robert Elsmere" Mrs. Moulton read it with the greater interest in that, as has already been noted, her own mind constantly reverted to religious problems. Writing to Mrs. Humphry Ward to congratulate her on the achievement, she received the following reply: _Mrs. Ward to Mrs. Moulton_ LONDON, June 20, 1888.