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I give my friend Peter Doyle the silver watch.I desire that my friends Dr R M Bucke of London, Ontario

You know, I did not get as far as Donnelly's cipher: yet the plays are I am sure full of mysteries in

"I was sure that was not the book: my mind nowadays plays me strange antics—confuses shapes, sizes, colors

W. said again: "There was a German band out on the street today—not too near: they played a couple of

Smith has his parts, no doubt, but he ought to play his piece in some village backyard: he don't seem

Peter and Paul (Catholic). You might also read the Catholic life of Jesus Christ.

Pray St.Saints Peter and Paul to cure you and have votive masses (P. and P.) prayers and communions made

I can't think of the author's name—my memory plays me such shabby tricks these days—(though I should

The Book is a product, not of literature merely, but of the largest universal law and play of things,

How life plays itself back and forth!—what a chapter of ups and downs!

but one evening I went into a theatre—it was hot and close—with a friend—and in the course of the play

"It is a surprising hubbub he makes, indeed—it reminds me of little children playing with jackstraws

for me: never doubted or gone off—that I can count on him in all exigencies: and I think affection plays

But this quiet play of pros with cons enters more or less into all his conversation.

Alluded to his memory: "It lasts—lasts wonderfully well: it plays me some tricks—but then it always did

"The Whitman Club in Boston has petered out. It failed because I sat down on it.

Why—there was Grant—see how he went about his work, defied the rules, played the game his own way—did

issued in a different shape—quite square I should like to have it—so as to give your long lines full play

nobody was a nobody—there were reasons for the existence of everybody concerned in the production of a play

said I am no longer a theatre-goer—perhaps I have lost the theatrical perspective—I have not seen plays

At times he plays with you with a deliberate, baffling sportiveness."

that period full of designs for things that were never executed: lectures, songs, poems, aphorisms, plays—why

Much else went on—word after word—and theme playing with theme.

"It makes a good play. Did you know that, Horace? A capital play—with fire and feeling—oh!

It is a sad game to play." Then asked, "You know what hetchel is?

Bannan in Warrie's room playing cribbage.

The spirit has played me against it." Yet asked, "What news with you?

I like that—more than like it: it is few but mighty," playing on a current phrase.

of my doubts of Shakespeare is in the fact that no two men seem to agree as to what he meant by the plays

Has been reading some of the Shakespeare plays. Not a word to either of us today from Wallace.

It was a holy peace—a quiet passing understanding—my memory meanwhile drowsily playing with all the events

And again, "As I have always said, there's an element, margin, play, of uncertainty in every photo: it

Much else went on—word after word—and theme playing with theme.

To Wallace, "Have you never seen the play? I should advise you to take the first chance."

Then, "Bulwer has made his title clear by several of his plays, if no way else: by this, by 'The Maid

About Alboni and her two children in Italy greatly moving: her evident thought of them as she played

To think of the great times we have had together—the almost boundless fun, wit, humor, by-play, what-not

We were there till eleven, Wallace and Tom talking, Anna and I playing euchre at a little table nearby

s fire throwing out flames and odor (the flame playing its game of hide-and-seek on the western wall)

An English version of one of his short plays, "L'Intruse," recently performed at the Haymarket Theatre

Circumstances play in our hands. Thursday, February 25, 1892

Keller and Warrie playing cribbage in little room. W. resting. Passed into the room.

Century in his mail and a letter from Charlie at Burlington—also letter from Peter Eckler enclosing money

After a pause, "I wish you would write Peter Eckler for me—Peter Eckler, 35 Fulton St.

I find he has no enthusiasm over the best piano playing.

fellows, across the sea and here—there can be no ban: use your judgment—use Kennedy's—let it have its play

Keller and Warrie playing cribbage in back room. Joined them in game of euchre after a bit.

Cherish your wife—let her loving care for you have full free play.

"Surely, surely: it plays so grandly with its theme—with Death." "Good! Good!

The light played a strange beauty into his hair, and the pallor was no way painful.

I have not seen Tennyson's new play—hope to later.

by others, as if risen by instinct from all quarters of the wind, till a magic stream was in full play

out and up the street and then north through Fourth to the railroad—and it continued its reach and play

Someone was sure Peter Doyle was seen somewhere in the crowd, but I saw nothing of him till we had got

The beard combed and not quite freely flowing and playing as of old, but the lips very sweet, not set—and

Keller and Warrie playing cards in Warrie's room. I went across into W.'s room.

And we know that is part of the game, against which we must play but which stands for a vital something—a

The spirit has played me against it." Yet asked, "What news with you?

Farrell wishes me to ask if you will not find an early opportunity to write a line to Peter Eckler of

Keller playing cribbage in the little room. Once I went into W.'s room but he was still asleep.

"It makes a good play. Did you know that, Horace? A capital play—with fire and feeling—oh!

And it is in this respect Harrison has been lately playing a constant part—a devilish, picayune part—worthy

But after thrust and parry and play and a good deal of real fire, my own wind up was positive enough.

Told W. about the play last night, "The Rivals," and he went warmly into discussion of the old Park Theatre

Bacon wrote the plays you may put that down as certain and in a few more years it will be proved.

The attempt to trace identity between Bacon and the plays is too thin.

me—grown more into pressure that I can't shake off—that there's a great grave mystery lurking in the plays—unseen