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orld in the romance of Paul andVirginia, a story supposed by some in Mauritius to be a part of theBible. In the quiet that followed he began his memories, andwent wandering along from one anecdote to another in the manner of hisdaily dictations. Finally, with a regular thunder-blast, he seized the cue withboth hands and literally mowed the balls across the table, landing one ortwo of them on the floor. Sometimes, in that dream, I am dressed like a tramp instead of being inmy night-clothes; but it all ends about the same--they go away and leaveme standing there, ashamed.

world, but one whose personality arouses everywhere a peculiar interest on account of the genuine American character which sways it. You have been flaying your correspondent alive with your incorporeal pen; you have been braining him, disemboweling him, carving him into little bits, and then--doing it all over again. aste for such things which was born in me & which I have seldom been able to indulge to my content. In New York I had once brought him a print of the superb AdamsMemorial, by Saint-Gaudens--the bronze woman who sits in the still courtin the Rock Creek Cemetery at Washington.