sh the Mewses Nor reduce all our joys to monotonous myth; Some gleams of pure fun o'er the earth Fate diffuses,— So cheers, three times three, for the household of Smith!
In those first years of the Dublin life, when the shore of the lake was not wholly owned by summer residents and was still the scene of annual town picnics, Colonel Higginson took a cordial part in those festivities, and usually made some address to the throng of young and old. He also spoke at meetings of the Farmers' Grange.
Men who were then boys still remember their delight in these talks from a man who had been in the war, who wrote books, and could tell no end of amusing stories.
One of these youths, now a college professor, writes of Colonel Higginson:—
The traits that marked his summer life at Dublin specially appealed to me; his sincere recognition of genuine manhood and womanhood in the townsfolk and his detection of a poetic element in even the grim and seemingly sordid side of country life.