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If I were the absolute master of the proof, I should have hacked out one-half at least—probably two-thirds

W. also gave us doughnuts, explaining to Morris that they were Mrs.

Davis' make, but remarking when he learned we were on our way to take tea in Philadelphia: "Then I won't

"But the points that took my time, mainly, were in debates on infant damnation, heathen damnation: it

, too, for they are all gone—and General Taylor, and Scott: having known them all, I know how they were

It was a fair sample of what we call American journalist cheek.

—And again—"What about the city—Philadelphia: is it busy, varied, gay, businessy?

They were great treats!"

lecture on the peoples of Africa Friday caused W. to urge me to ask B., to what extent if any, the Moors were

"I have always had a suspicion they were not related, but my suspicion never rose to a certainty."

How were Brinton's charts Friday night?

W. said on my entrance: "Someone has been sending me a copy of The Scottish-American in which there is

the opinion of Morris and Frank Williams that W. should not embrace the tender—that the young men were

And, by the way, they brought me some whiskey—which they mostly drank up themselves, till they were quite

I remember my Washington experience: here were lives just wavering in the balance—life on that side,

Yet we were to note "the great story-tellers—the writers—say Walter Scott, whose genius for taking us

The fellows were wonderfully takable—I fell to them at once.

"I laid it out for you yesterday, but it slipped my mind when you were here."

Thought Garland's enthusiastic greeting of Howells in the current Standard as the American novelist,

par excellence—the man most typically hitting off American life—"probably with some justification"—yet

—"Mary got them for me—they were recommended to her there in the city as policemen's mitts.

25 years ago or more—I forget who was President then—Marcy absolutely directed that our ministers were

Ministers were "remnants of our older era—survive because they had been known for a thousand years and

Spoke of Johnston as "still a youth, though grey: a characteristic American of the sort that never grow

His questions were many and curious, without committing him, yet indication of the lines in which he

These were really the only pages of the magazine cut.

And "how sad" the prospect that the islands were "doubtless to be torn away!"

to connect all America by noble roads—the west to the east—the north to the south—and some of them were

announcement in today's Press that preachers would tomorrow discuss the question, why so many pews were

Called my attention to a score or so of prints, [illegible] heads from Appleton's Cyclopedia of American

He had "much enjoyed them"—they were "so delicate—so unique."

I don't know how it was effectedaffected, but it appears his pictures were not satisfactory—were never

Perhaps it was because things I said at the time were somehow heard there.

sure: but I clearly remember that the sketches did not impress me—took no hold on me—on the contrary were

Hackett were examples of many in our profession who have committed this fatal error."

after the modern sense, but he was a man who could hold his audiences—and high-class audiences they were

Vernon and Charlie Fisher—these were the true creatures of the time—the highest-born of all to their

I don't feel as if civilization, progress, life (American or other), hangs in any way upon the existence

Dutch ancestry, was born on May 31, 1819, at Huntington, in that island, thirty miles from New York City

He was much in the great city, employed both as printer and newspaper writer or editorial assistant.

His notes or diaries, part of which were published, give many touching anecdotes of the brave sufferers

, who were of both sides in the war.

—"Not least of things there were great art-products sent from abroad—fabulous in material value—great

remember whether I said so to Chubb when he was here, but I know it was my feeling to say of our American

Since the war I have sat down contentedly, convinced that we were to be righted at last. Oh!

And not the most to this end is to come of the civilizee himself—the man of cities, knowing as he is,

and prosperous—for civilization, cities, are also a great curse.

I know in the armies the clearest-brained, cleanest-blooded, of all the soldiers—were the farmer-boys

Laughed somewhat over Boyesen's lectures on American Literature at the University.

the corner threw a strong glare along the street and he remarked the changed systems of lighting cities—questioning

When finally we were to go, W. asked me if I would not "bring the bottle back tonight" as, "I am all

W. spoke of Washington—the cost of living there as high: "Yet no city I would better like for living

And yet—"though I believed the man guilty, I should not have convicted him; there were turns and turns

Papacy, for instance—that strange as it may sound to say it, there is no country in the European-American

no suspicion of a reason for it; the fact probably being, that some fellow had a kink: some others were

That is, if you folks were perfectly in accord about it.

When we were all in Washington together, it was always 'Walt' and 'John' and 'William'—the choice of

We did not know—were doubtful—of the dinner last year, but all passed off well—better than well.

I am glad you were on hand last night to say your word of dissent, and my word in the bargain."

It is a curious book—the book of the smartish American woman—prohibitionist and other ist—bright, quick

They were discussing blue glass: it was the time of the upness of that theory, and lots was being said

Brinton's last evening, there were present besides Brinton himself, Harned, Morris, Frank Williams, H

laughing heartily again—the explanation being that W. affected blundering Americanisms in order the better

The American is not demonstrative, as a rule, but I have seen the boys down in the war, in the hospitals

Vessels missing—the great "City of Paris" had a long passage but today was reported arrived in England

And he swelt upon the joy of those early days in his own life "when stage-people were my daily bread"

Thayer has a special Italo-American knowledge—perhaps such knowledge as Brinton would enjoy rubbing against

from "Point of View" in the current Scribner's which I had copied out: "If Walt Whitman, for example, were

the address from such a source on the events of the war, and especially on the greatest of modern American

Walt at once inquired if the windows were open—learning that they were, was satisfied.I had received

He had not yet seen the portrait (his own) in the Illustrated American—current number: now I called his

And so—whoever the cat, the man,—we were to hear W.'s version.

Returned me The Illustrated American: "I have sent for some copies.

But there were other ways in which he was "compensated,"—"in best friends: friends, few, but the better

We ought to congratulate ourselves we were not hors de combat—let alone, coming out with flying colors

Yet I have just eaten quite a good dinner—half a dozen raw oysters—and fine they were, too!

a great interest, by sundry turns of talk, on all she said.W. thought: "Now is the time for the American

Today I had an application from the American Press Association. What for? A specialty? Oh no!

Left with him a copy of the American containing Frank Williams' comment on the Contemporary Club meeting

Referring to pictures again—Tennyson's in the Illustrated American—"After all, your father's—the two—are

Howells and he were two of my most honored friends."

I am often asked by persons who have been here if I thought you were offended at certain things said:

looked over files of the Democratic Review—1842 or thereabout—stories there signed "Walter Whitman"—were

W. had just finished dinner—was reading the American. Frank Williams had sent him a copy.

I should thank Frank Williams for his American note—"Tell him it is just what I could have hoped for—to

An absurd article turned up in the North American—signed Fred Dayton—copyrighted by the American Press

Showed him the North American piece. He had not seen it. Read some of it to him.

And—"You were right—Tom was right—both. And now I am saved ferreting for it."

When I did have them, no price was low enough to persuade the world that they were to be desired!"

Emerson may have seemed distant to those who were absorbed in literary finesse, in gossip, in commonplace