From my brother Albert I received lessons in the ancient tongues, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin." You catch your breath in astonishment, and feel again and still again the pang of that rebuke.

But then your eye falls upon the next sentence but one, and the pain passes away and you set up the suspicion again with evil satisfaction: "After my discovery of Christian Science, most of the knowledge I had gleaned from school-books vanished like a dream." That disappearance accounts for much in her miscellaneous writings.

As I was saying, she handles her "ancestral shadows," as she calls them, just as I do mine.

It is remarkable.

When she runs across "a relative of my Grandfather Baker, General Henry Knox, of Revolutionary fame," she sets him down; when she finds another good one, "the late Sir John Macneill, in the line of my Grandfather Baker's family," she sets him down, and remembers that he "was prominent in British politics, and at one time held the position of ambassador to Persia"; when she discovers that her grandparents "were likewise connected with Captain John Lovewell, whose gallant leadership and death in the Indian troubles of 1722-25 caused that prolonged contest to be known historically as Lovewell's War," she sets the Captain down; when it turns out that a cousin of her grandmother "was John Macneill, the New Hampshire general, who fought at Lundy's Lane and won distinction in 1814 at the battle of Chippewa," she catalogues the General.