November 11 Friday – At the Grosvenor Hotel in N.Y.C. Sam wrote to Robert Reid and the Players Club.

To Robert Reid & the others— /well-beloved:

Surely those lovely verses went to Prince Charlie’s heart, if he had one, & certainly they have gone to mine. I shall be glad & proud to come back again, after such a moving & beautiful compliment as this from comrades whom I have loved so long. I hope you can poll the necessary vote; I know you will try, at any rate.

It will be many months before I can foregather with you, for this black border is not perfunctory, not a convention; it symbolizes the loss of one whose memory is the only thing I worship.

It is not necessary for me to thank you—& words could not deliver what I feel, anyway. I will put the contents of your envelop in the small casket where I keep things which have become sacred to me [MTP].

Sam also wrote to Franklin G. Whitmore. “Thank you ever so much for trying, but never mind—I find we have no use for the mahogany set, after all. / I am still at the hotel Grosvenor, but shall get into the house within the next ten days, I hope. You must look in when you are down” [MTP].

Muriel M. Pears wrote from North Wales to Sam. “I thank you for letting me share your Circle’s knowledge of the gentle and beautiful passing of an exquisite soul. Surely that was your reward for your years of perfect companionship and tendance, that she went happily,unfearing in sweetest lightness of heart…God spared her the worst of agonies.” After waxing eloquent about death for a page or so, she advised him she was staying with her Aunt in Norfolk, Conn.; she described the surroundings extensively [MTP].