begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps, She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, Shipmate, joy!
December 21, 1907, he wrote:—
December 21, 1907.
This being the last day of my 84 years, I laid out some pleasant work during the coming year.
As I have succeeded so with my postponed volume of my grandfather's memoir, I decided to carry out another old project and one very good for elder years, viz.: to translate from the Greek the Birds of Aristophanes . . . I enjoy life, love and work but should hardly care to be a nonagenarian.
Beautiful day begun with much surprise at my own advanced years, as there is very little inward change and it is generally thought I carry them well externally.
In the summer of 1908, he was attracted by an article in the Dial called the Grandisonian Manner, and wrote this letter to the author:—
Dear sir or madam:—
You will pardon me for thus addressing you, when I tell you that <