of Mercy and perhaps the Foreign God a little, lend of aid to me in my
extremities. To them I design the Poem below, of which you shall have
readings. To composition, Poem take with much exactitude, six of hours
and forty-five of moments. At endings of time, eyes ached and stomache
have yearnings but Poem come out. I have extensive happiness for I now
have knowings that, if of eats I partake of littleness, and make
anointments of hair that it may to grow, I shall yet arrive at the
business of Genius.

Give unto me of the sacred power,
O, Goddess of Mercy, now, this hour,
That into a GENIUS I may flower,
Like silver dewdrops in summer shower.

Yesterday Miss Powers say in class - "Some are born great, some achieve
greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them." Thus has the
business of Genius been thrust upon me and I must get busy. For three
days now, in searchings of library of Honored President, I come upon Eng
Muoi also making searchings. She hide book, I hide book. Today I make
findings of space of emptiness on book-shelf where yesterday stood
Honorable Pope. Eng Muoi has taken him unto herself. Next where
Honorable Pope once was and now is not, I found book of Honorable Lord
Kames, most evident a Genius with knowledge of Geniuses incomparable. He
says, "A Constitution of Warmth and Inflamableness must a Genius
possess. Likewise a Delicacy of Taste and Sedateness." Three of these
Constitutions have I - Warmth (of coldness I know not) Inflamableness
(anger comes quickly unto my heart) Delicacy of Taste (is it not I who
of foods make selectings for our feasts?) But Sedateness, I have it not.
Perhaps if I hump me and make trackings I can to catch it.