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235Letter Nr. 10[To Talabot]London, January 31, 1831My dear Father,It has been a week since I got your letter. Do I need to tell you what joy,what great joy it gave me, what I told you in my previous letter. Doesn’t itmake you guess, know and feel your work in me? Oh, dear father I tell you intruth, that joy I feel it greater than all joys.... it is attached and mixes with all the joys of the whole universe glorifying our God to the joys of all humanity living by his love. To love so muchand t o be loved so much! Thanks and glory to you my dear father. Thanks andglory to all my fathers, to St. Simon thanks and glory. Before all else I haveone thing to tell you. What I said of the hopes I had about one of mycompatriots is realized. I wrote you that he was already prepared to receive thepaternal kiss; by your word you fortified my strength with yours, and yesterdayI gave it to him. Thanks and always thanks to your paternal love for my newjoys and yours. From his childhood at times he knew only a tear of hatred anddespair; joyful calm, a rare guest, only in moments of forgetfulness visited hisbrow and lips; yesterday was the day of renaissance and the St. Simon life thatI engendered in him; we mingled our tears of love and hope; vivified by ourjoyful faith he desired only to walk in our rank with us, with humanity wherethe divine goodness calls us. I affiliated him, he is walking them. I am leavingin his care another of my compatriots who is, due to me, rather advanced. I amgiving him a letter for you as he is to go to Paris next month. The name of mynew son is Antoine B. and the name of the catechumen I just spoke of isCharles Harvik. The latter for several years made trips to Europe and Americaas the agent of some commercial firms; now he is established here. He seemsto me to have great industrial talents. The doctrine finds all the more sympathy