[May 23rd, 1898.] ... Yes - I have said it before - and felt it - starlight is better than moonlight a million times to me whom the full moon scares. Nothing so dreadful as moonlight on a garden wall have I seen - and to look at her in a swollen fullness is to be near losing faith and reason - desolate dead thing she is and the light from her deadly. She is Medusa, I know, and turns all to stone - but starshine is like carols in heaven at the Nativity - so you see how we simmerthize. ... I send you two little anecdotes which I got out of an American paper: One is an instance of superstition in great men - President Garfield said he always regarded a melon acre at midnight when watched by a bull-dog as holy ground. The other is an editorial correction in the Schuyler Predicator and runs thus: "Instead of being arrested yesterday as we stated for kicking his wife down the stairs and hurling a lighted kerosene lamp after her Revd. James P. Wellman died unmarried for years ago." And tell me if you like Americans.