is certainly, as Grandpa Ward
said of the Red Revolutionists
, with whom he dined in the days of the French Revolution
, ‘very warm.’
.... This came into my mind, apropos of reformers generally: ‘Dost thou so carry thy light as to throw it upon thyself
, or upon thy theme
This appears to me a legitimate question ....”
. Put the last touches to my verses for Colonel Higginson
's eightieth birthday.
Maud went with me to the celebration held by the Boston
Authors' Club at the Colonial Club
T. W. H. seemed in excellent condition; I presided as usual.
, first speaker, came rather late, but made a very good address.
and Dean Hodges
followed, also Clement
read a simple, strong poem, very good
, I thought.
Then came my jingle, intended to relieve the strain of the occasion, which I think it did. Maud says that I hit the bull's eye; perhaps I did. Then came a pretty invasion of mummers, bearing the gifts of the Club
, a fine gold watch and a handsome bronze lamp.
I presented these without much talk, having said my say in the verses, to which, by the bye, Colonel
H. responded with some comic personal couplets, addressed to myself.”
Here is the “jingle.”