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is certainly, as Grandpa Ward said of the Red Revolutionists, with whom he dined in the days of the French Revolution, ‘very warm.’
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“November 29 .... 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 ....”
“December 21. 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, Cambridge.
T. W. H. seemed in excellent condition; I presided as usual.
Bliss Perry, first speaker, came rather late, but made a very good address.
Crothers and Dean Hodges followed, also Clement.
Judge Grant 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.”
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