Two letters must serve as types of hundreds which he received, from every quarter of this country and from England--from California and from Anticosti Island, from Minnesota and from Georgia. The people loved his work. It expressed things they all had felt. It revealed to them things they had never seen. It was at once interpretation and disclosure. They did not know how good it was technically, but they did realize that it was good art in substance and in spirit, and from grateful hearts and lives quickened and enriched by his genius they wrote him their letters of gratitude and recognition. This one is from a Massachusetts town: “B----, MASS., _Aug. 30, ’90_. DEAR MR. GIBSON:-- “Your exquisite drawings and no less delightful descriptions have been a constant delight and inspiration to me for ten years. I have often wanted to tell you so, but the fear that a letter of thanks might seem intrusive has kept me silent. You really must forgive me for writing now, however, for your ‘group of pyrolas’ has a fascination quite irresistible. I resolutely close my Harper only to open again for one more long lingering look at their airy loveliness, and then of course must follow another peep at the lilies and the goodyera and the dainty fern fronds which seem to spring up as spontaneously under your pencil’s magic as they do in our fern-filled woods of B----. “Do you realize how much you have added to the joy of pastoral days, what an enchantment you have thrown around our highways and byways? “Almost every favorite flower lives again for me in your illustrations, and many and many a time have I been lifted up and out of weariness or discouragement by your pen or pencil, for your word pictures are as vivid as the others. “Let me thank you too for your suggestions. ‘There is a spiritual body and there is a natural body,’ and the atmosphere of the first is always around your work, always full of help for all who can discern it. “I am not an art connoisseur and should never dare express my opinion ‘as one having authority,’ but I do love beauty, and some of your beautiful woodland scenes, some ferns or mosses or flowers or birds have power to give ‘thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.’ You reveal Nature’s very soul and as a most ardent worshipper of Nature and as a child of the Heavenly Father whose thoughts you have so often interpreted, I want to thank you. “May you have many long years to continue making the world happier, and may you receive as much sunshine in your own life as you have given others. “Yours most sincerely, “MARY SAWYER.” The other letter is from his pastor: * * * * *