I could scarcely believe my eyes, as I read, 'Died March 3, 1811.' It seemed altogether abnormal, that such minute remembrances of him as had been familiar to me, scores of particulars pertaining to his individuality, even the tones of his voice and his handicraft in making toys for my amusement, should have been thus long kept within the brain as in a photographic or phonographic cabinet. Yet thus it must have been, despite all seemings to the contrary, I said, soliloquizing in the presence of the facts : at the age of three and a half, hereabouts, began my outlook upon the world. Here I approximate the staitiug point of conscious thought ; and this otitlook over the life area of ' throe-score and ten " discloses its varied scenes of light and shadow, from infancy to age, as one broad panoramic unity.

"Child memories, no doubt, are efiective factors in shaping 'the make-up' of any pei-sonality. The inmgo of my grandfather, associated as it is with the old homestead, and with his flow of talk while occupying his easy-chair upon the piazza, where he was wont to enjoy one of the finest of landscapes, taking within its scope Hunter's Island, I'elliam Creek, the expanse of Long Island Sound, has never become dim ; so that he has ever represented to me the ideal ' grandpa ' of poetry or song, of fiction or graphic art, as pictured by Sir Walter Scott or ' Peter Parley.' Tims has ho ever been to me in thought ' a living presence,'