I offered to provide a large room for social meetings, to stock it with books of the day, and to send them a lot of magazines and other reading.

Not one ever made the slightest response.

Now they have all and more than I suggested.
When but seventeen, I was sent for to watch with Professor Shurtleff, really a dying man, and left all alone with him in the lower part of the house; he begged about 2 A.M.to be taken up and placed in a rocking-chair near the little open fire.

The light was dim and the effect was very weird.

His wig hung on one bedpost, he had lost one eye, and the patch worn over the empty eye socket had been left on the bureau.