istorical Society. I would have given it to you in writing.
One or two of the items of his economies I cannot remember; but for the others I will give you, on the next leaf, what I believe are the ipsissima verba of the old man, as he stood just by where I am now writing and leaned on the table.
One item I have recalled since I repeated them to you, and if I could remember the others, the accumulation would be a little humorous and very striking.
But old, old, Master— not Shallow, though Falstaff has it so.
Yours sincerely, Geo. Ticknor.
[Mr. Dowse's account of his own youth.]
Mr. Ticknor, when I was twenty-eight years old I had never been anything better than a journeyman leather-dresser; I had never had more than twenty-five dollars a month; I had never paid five dollars to be carried from one place to another; I had never owned a pair of boots; I had never paid a penny to go to the play or to see a sight, but I owned above six hundred volumes of good books, well bound.