The Clarence Darrow Letters

My Dear Mr. Salt —

I have intended many times since I got your card to write to you, & now feel rather ashamed at my long silence. But many things have come along in the recent months to claim my time & attentions.
I have been sick for several weeks — 2 weeks in bed — & am very now just getting around again. Then my blessed father has been fading & failing out there on the prairies. I was out there awhile & have since been sad-

dened constantly by the lines that came from day to day. Nothing now can do anything for him, & his earthly end is only a matter of a few days. Poor father! How little I ever thought when a boy growing up that father & mother would ever grow old. But time brings all things to pass. It is a xxx fact of our world, tho, that Death is as inevitable as Birth. The coffin is as natural as the cradle. In this connection I am reminded of your splendid article on Lucretius in the last

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Humane Review. I read the article twice. In analyzing character & appraising literature you are unexcelled. I rarely lay down an article or a book of yours dealing with these things but i have the wish that I could think & write like that.
I am sending you a photograph recently taken. Please send me a large one of yourself when you have one to spare.
Let's remember each other & not neglect to

call to each other as the years go by. No being in this world more nearly fulfills my ideals in character & intellect than you do. It is a continual gratification to me that my life has been is being lived in the same generation with you.

J. Howard Moore

6260 Jackson Park Ave
Chicago 7/23 1909