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find out what is right in any given case; and (2) to try to do it; 

if you fail in the last; that is by commission; Christ tells you to 

hope; if you fail in the first; that is by omission; his picture of 

the last day gives you but a black lookout。  The whole necessary 

morality is kindness; and it should spring; of itself; from the one 

fundamental doctrine; Faith。  If you are sure that God; in the long 

run; means kindness by you; you should be happy; and if happy; 

surely you should be kind。



I beg your pardon for this long discourse; it is not all right; of 

course; but I am sure there is something in it。  One thing I have 

not got clearly; that about the omission and the commission; but 

there is truth somewhere about it; and I have no time to clear it 

just now。  Do you know; you have had about a Cornhill page of 

sermon?  It is; however; true。



Lloyd heard with dismay Fanny was not going to give me a present; 

so F。 and I had to go and buy things for ourselves; and go through 

a representation of surprise when they were presented next morning。  

It gave us both quite a Santa Claus feeling on Xmas Eve to see him 

so excited and hopeful; I enjoyed it hugely。 … Your affectionate 

son;



ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。







Letter:  TO SIDNEY COLVIN







'HOTEL BELVEDERE; DAVOS; SPRING 1881。'



MY DEAR COLVIN。 … My health is not just what it should be; I have 

lost weight; pulse; respiration; etc。; and gained nothing in the 

way of my old bellows。  But these last few days; with tonic; cod…

liver oil; better wine (there is some better now); and perpetual 

beef…tea; I think I have progressed。  To say truth; I have been 

here a little over long。  I was reckoning up; and since I have 

known you; already quite a while; I have not; I believe; remained 

so long in any one place as here in Davos。  That tells on my old 

gipsy nature; like a violin hung up; I begin to lose what music 

there was in me; and with the music; I do not know what besides; or 

do not know what to call it; but something radically part of life; 

a rhythm; perhaps; in one's old and so brutally over…ridden nerves; 

or perhaps a kind of variety of blood that the heart has come to 

look for。



I purposely knocked myself off first。  As to F。 A。 S。; I believe I 

am no sound authority; I alternate between a stiff disregard and a 

kind of horror。  In neither mood can a man judge at all。  I know 

the thing to be terribly perilous; I fear it to be now altogether 

hopeless。  Luck has failed; the weather has not been favourable; 

and in her true heart; the mother hopes no more。  But … well; I 

feel a great deal; that I either cannot or will not say; as you 

well know。  It has helped to make me more conscious of the 

wolverine on my own shoulders; and that also makes me a poor judge 

and poor adviser。  Perhaps; if we were all marched out in a row; 

and a piece of platoon firing to the drums performed; it would be 

well for us; although; I suppose … and yet I wonder! … so ill for 

the poor mother and for the dear wife。  But you can see this makes 

me morbid。  SUFFICIT; EXPLICIT。



You are right about the Carlyle book; F。 and I are in a world not 

ours; but pardon me; as far as sending on goes; we take another 

view:  the first volume; A LA BONNE HEURE! but not … never … the 

second。  Two hours of hysterics can be no good matter for a sick 

nurse; and the strange; hard; old being in so lamentable and yet 

human a desolation … crying out like a burnt child; and yet always 

wisely and beautifully … how can that end; as a piece of reading; 

even to the strong … but on the brink of the most cruel kind of 

weeping?  I observe the old man's style is stronger on me than ever 

it was; and by rights; too; since I have just laid down his most 

attaching book。  God rest the baith o' them!  But even if they do 

not meet again; how we should all be strengthened to be kind; and 

not only in act; in speech also; that so much more important part。  

See what this apostle of silence most regrets; not speaking out his 

heart。



I was struck as you were by the admirable; sudden; clear sunshine 

upon Southey … even on his works。  Symonds; to whom I repeated it; 

remarked at once; a man who was thus respected by both Carlyle and 

Landor must have had more in him than we can trace。  So I feel with 

true humility。



It was to save my brain that Symonds proposed reviewing。  He and; 

it appears; Leslie Stephen fear a little some eclipse; I am not 

quite without sharing the fear。  I know my own languor as no one 

else does; it is a dead down…draught; a heavy fardel。  Yet if I 

could shake off the wolverine aforesaid; and his fangs are lighter; 

though perhaps I feel them more; I believe I could be myself again 

a while。  I have not written any letter for a great time; none 

saying what I feel; since you were here; I fancy。  Be duly obliged 

for it; and take my most earnest thanks not only for the books but 

for your letter。  Your affectionate;



R。 L。 S。



The effect of reading this on Fanny shows me I must tell you I am 

very happy; peaceful; and jolly; except for questions of work and 

the states of other people。



Woggin sends his love。







Letter:  TO HORATIO F。 BROWN







DAVOS; 1881。



MY DEAR BROWN。 … Here it is; with the mark of a San Francisco 

BOUQUINISTE。  And if ever in all my 'human conduct' I have done a 

better thing to any fellow…creature than handing on to you this 

sweet; dignified; and wholesome book; I know I shall hear of it on 

the last day。  To write a book like this were impossible; at least 

one can hand it on … with a wrench … one to another。  My wife cries 

out and my own heart misgives me; but still here it is。  I could 

scarcely better prove myself … Yours affectionately;



R。 L。 STEVENSON。







Letter:  TO HORATIO F。 BROWN







DAVOS; 1881。



MY DEAR BROWN。 … I hope; if you get thus far; you will know what an 

invaluable present I have made you。  Even the copy was dear to me; 

printed in the colony that Penn established; and carried in my 

pocket all about the San Francisco streets; read in street cars and 

ferry…boats; when I was sick unto death; and found in all times and 

places a peaceful and sweet companion。  But I hope; when you shall 

have reached this note; my gift will not have been in vain; for 

while just now we are so busy and intelligent; there is not the man 

living; no; nor recently dead; that could put; with so lovely a 

spirit; so much honest; kind wisdom into words。



R。 L。 S。







Letter:  TO HORATIO F。 BROWN







HOTEL BELVEDERE; DAVOS; SPRING 1881。



MY DEAR BROWN; … Nine years I have conded them。



Brave lads in olden musical centuries

Sang; night by night; adorable choruses;

Sat late by alehouse doors in April

Chaunting in joy as the moon was rising:



Moon…seen and merry; under the trellises;

Flush…faced they played with old polysyllables;

Spring scents inspired; old wine diluted;

Love and Apollo were there to chorus。



Now these; the songs; remain to eternity;

Those; only those; the bountiful choristers

Gone … those are gone; those unremembered

Sleep and are silent in earth for ever。



So man himself appears and evanishes;

So smiles and goes; as wanderers halting at

Some green…embowered house; play their music;

Play and are gone on the windy highway;



Yet dwells the strain enshrined in the memory

Long after they departed eternally;

Forth…faring tow'rd far mountain summits;

Cities of men on the sounding Ocean。



Youth sang the song in years immemorial;

Brave chanticleer; he sang and was beautiful;

Bird…haunted; green tree…tops in springtime

Heard and were pleased by the voice of singing;



Youth goes; and leaves behind him a prodigy …

Songs sent by thee afar from Venetian

Sea…grey lagunes; sea…paven highways;

Dear to me here in my Alpine exile。



Please; my dear Brown; forgive my horrid delay。  Symonds overworked 

and knocked up。  I off my sleep; my wife gone to Paris。  Weather 

lovely。 … Yours ever;



ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。



Monte Generoso in May; here; I think; till the end of April; write 

again; to prove you are forgiving。







Letter:  TO MR。 AND MRS。 THOMAS STEVENSON







HOTEL DU PAVILLON HENRY IV。; ST。 GERMAIN…EN…LAYE; SUNDAY; MAY 1ST; 

1881。



MY DEAR PEOPLE; … A week in Paris reduced me to the limpness and 

lack of appetite peculiar to a kid glove; and gave Fanny a jumping 

sore throat。  It's my belief there is death in the kettle there; a 

pestilence or the like。  We came out here; pitched on the STAR and 

GARTER (they call it Somebody's pavilion); found the place a bed of 

lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one); and also of 

a bird called the PIASSEUR; cheerfulest of sylvan creatures; an 

ideal comic opera in itself。  'Come along; what fun; here's Pan in 

the next glade at picnic; and this…yer's Arcadia; and it's awful 

fun; and I've had a glass; I will not deny; but not to see it on 

me;' that is his meaning as near as I can gather。  Well; the place 

(forest of beeches all new…fledged; grass like velvet; fleets of 

hyacinth) pleased us and did us good。  We tried all ways to find a 

cheaper place; but could find nothing safe; cold; damp; brick…

floored rooms and sich; we could not leave Paris till your seven 

days' sight on draft expired; we dared not go back to be 

miasmatised in these homes of putridity; so here we are till 

Tuesday in the STAR AND GARTER。  My throat is quite cured; appetite 

and strength on the mend。  Fanny seems also picking up。



If we are to come to Scotland; I WILL have fir…trees; and I want a 

burn; the firs for my physical; the water for my moral health。 … 

Ever affectionate son;



R。 L。 S。







Letter:  TO EDMUND GOSSE







PITLOCHRY; PERTHSHIRE; JUNE 6; 1881

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