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                    <hi rend="bold"> Letter from John Henderson to his mother, Mary Ferrand
                        Henderson, May 15, 1864 (In Which He Discusses His Brother, Leonard, Who was
                        Killed a Few Weeks Later at Cold Harbor) :</hi> Electronic Edition.</title>
                <author> Henderson, John, fl. 1863 </author>

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                <head> Letter from <name key="x" reg="x" type="person" rend="">John Henderson</name>
                    to his mother, <name key="x" reg="x" type="person" rend="">Mary Ferrand
                        Henderson</name>, May 15, 1864 (In Which He Discusses His Brother, <name key="pn0000718" reg="Henderson, Leonard" type="person" rend="yes">Leonard</name>, Who was Killed a Few Weeks Later at <name key="x" reg="x" type="place" rend="">Cold Harbor</name>) </head>
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                        <name key="name0000165" reg="Chapel Hill, NC" type="place">Chapel Hill N. C.</name>
                        <date>May 15<hi rend="sup">th</hi> 1864</date>
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                    <salute>My Dear <name key="x" reg="x" type="person" rend="">Mother</name></salute>
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                <p>Logic, notwithstanding it is in many respects dry and even abstruse, is on the
                    whole a very entertaining study. I myself am highly pleased with it, especially
                    that portion which treats of the detection of fallacies, some of which it would
                    puzzle a <name key="name0000867" reg="Philadelphia, PA" type="place" rend="yes">Philadelphia</name> lawyer to make clear. There is one in <name key="x" reg="x" type="person" rend="">De Quincey</name>, which struck me as
                    exceedingly ludicrous. Thinking that perhaps <name key="x" reg="x" type="person" rend="">father</name> may wish to puzzle his brain over it, I hereupon quote
                    it in full —</p>
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                    <p>"So natural, indeed, to the morbid activity of man are these
                        revolving forms of alternate repulsion, when flight turns suddenly into
                        pursuit, and pursuit into flight, that I myself, when a schoolboy, invented
                        several: this, for instance which puzzled a man in a wig, and I believe he
                        bore me malice to his dying day, because he gave up the ghost by reason of a
                        fever before he was able to find out satisfactorily what screw was loose in
                        my logical conundrum; and <pb id="unc09-14-p02" n="[2]"/>thus in fact 'all
                        along of me' (as he expressed) the poor man was forced to walk out of life
                            <hi rend="underscore">reinfected</hi>, his business unfinished, the one
                        whole problem that had tortured him being unsolved It was this. Somebody had
                        told me of a dealer in gin, who, having had his attention roused to the
                        enormous waste of liquor, caused by the unsteady hands of drunkards,
                        invented a counter, which, through a simple set of continuances, gathered
                        into a common reservoir all the spillings, that previously had run to waste.
                        St Monday, as it was then called in English manufacturing towns, formed the
                        jubilee day in each week for the drunkards; and it was now ascertained (i.e.
                        subsequently to the epoch of the artificial counter) that the mere
                        "spilth" of St Monday formed the entire demand of Tuesday.
                        It struck me, therefore, on reviewing this case, that the more the people
                        drank, the more they would <hi rend="underscore">titubate</hi>, by which
                        word it was that I expressed the reeling and stumbling of intoxication. If
                        they drank abominably, then of course they would titubate abominably; and
                        titubating abominably, inevitably they would spill in the same ratio. The
                        more they drank, the more they would titubate; the more they titubated the
                        more they would spill; <pb id="unc09-14-p03" n="[3]"/>and the more they
                        spilt the more it is clear they did <hi rend="underscore">not</hi> drink. It
                        is evident from <name key="pn0000488" reg="Euclid" type="person">Euclid</name> that the more they spilt the less they <hi rend="underscore">could</hi> have to drink. So that if their titubation was excessive,
                        then their spilling must have been excessive, and in that case they must
                        have practised almost total abstinence. Spilling nearly all, how could they
                        leave to themselves anything worth speaking of to drink yet again, if they
                        drank nothing worth speaking of, how could they titubate? Clearly they could
                        not, and not drinking, they could have had no reason for spilling, in which
                        case they must have drunk the whole — that is they must have
                        drunk to the whole excess imputed, which doing they were dead drunk and must
                        have titubated to excess which doing they must have spilt nearly the whole.
                        Spilling the whole, they could not have been drunk. Ergo, could not have
                        titubated. Ergo could not have spilt. Ergo, must have drunk the whole. Ergo,
                        were dead drunk. Ergo, must have titubated. "And so round
                        again" as my Lord the bishop pleasantly expresses it, <hi rend="underscore">in secula seculorum.</hi>"
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                <p>This requires no comment. I have studied Logic earnestly and industriously not
                    for the sake of winning Academical Honours (where merit is left out of the
                    account <pb id="unc09-14-p04" n="[4]"/>in most instances) but with a higher
                    ambition — to learn to think methodically. If I can accomplish this
                    result, it will be the consummation of my greatest hopes. Logical laws we may
                    violate if we choose, but if we so violate them all our processes of thinking
                    are rendered absolutely null. I was very much pleased with <name key="pn0000718" reg="Henderson, Leonard" type="person" rend="yes">Lens</name> letter; he
                    would have written it with more care, had he known it was to be published. My
                    brother will regret one of these days the indifference with which he looked upon
                    study in his early youth Gifted as he is naturally he will nevertheless feel the
                    want of that mental training, which he should have acquired at college. However
                    much he may dislike it, he will be bound to choose a profession. His decision
                    will not long be doubtful. He will choose the Law. Then will he regret his
                    limited acquaintance with the latin idiom. The latin language will be to him as
                    a sealed book. There is a disagreeable rumour in circulation here to this effect
                    — Great cavalry fight near <name key="name0000976" reg="Richmond, VA" type="place" rend="yes">Richmond</name>. Gen <name key="x" reg="x" type="person" rend="">J.E.B. Stewart</name> killed. We hope there is no
                    foundation for such a report. We fear the worst however.</p>
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                <p>You may send three hundred and twenty five dollars. I hope that will defray <hi rend="underscore">all</hi> expenses.</p>
                <p>Plenty of good letter paper here — $10 per quire</p>
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