I y life, but I    s only for pleasure and for to all    kno so mu t of ot I so time wo read.

        I read my first ected story in May, 1887, o ted page t ips.

        As I    study regularly during tion; nor did I read acc to rule.

        At first I --"readers" finners, a colle of stories for c t;Our orld." I t    I read til t. Sometimes Miss Sullivao me, spelling into my tle stories and poems t sand; but I preferred reading myself to beio, because I liked to read again and again t pleased me.

        It    visit to Boston t I really began to read in good ear. I ted to spend a part of eacitution library, and to o bookcase, and take doen or two words on a page.

        ted me; but I took no scious at of ,    t period, for it retained many o t test clue; and afteralk aences e naturally, so t my friends    t s of many books (in t deal of poetry in til I discovered "Little Lord Fauntleroy," andingly.

        One day my teac;t Letter." I    eigtle Pearl, and explained some of t old me t siful story about a little boy ;t Letter." tory ;Little Lord Fauntleroy," and so read it to me t    begin tory until August; t feay at tement t I fot tence of books. teac to visit some friends in Boston, leaving me for a s time.

        urned almost t to begin tory of "Little Lord Fauntleroy." I recall distinctly time and plag cory. It ernoon in August. e ting toget a s distance from ter lunc ory. As o us and faste my teaced upon pig t doe of time. t    been used    all tang of t. Before ory Miss Sullivan explaio me t s uand, and as    t knoantly interrupted; but as soon as I tuation, I became too eagerly absorbed in tory to notice mere ened impatiently to tions t Miss Sullivao be necessary. oo tired to spell anot time a keen sense of my deprivations. I took tried to feel tters ensity of

        longing t I ever fet.

        After my eager request, Mr. Anagnos ory embossed, and I read it again and again, until I almost kne by ; and all t;Little Lord Fauntleroy"    ale panion. I ails at tedious, because trast able and fused memories of earlier reading.

        From "Little Lord Fauntleroy" I date true i in books. During t t my s to Boston. I ot remember    order I read t I kno among t;Greek ; La Fontaines "Fables," ;onder Book," "Bible Stories," Lambs "tales from S; "A Cory of England" by Dis, "ts," "t; "t; "Robinson Crusoe,”

        "Little omen," and "; a beautiful little story ervals betudy and play    study nor analyze t knoen or not; I    about style or autreasures at my feet, and I accepted t t;Little omen" because it gave me a sense of kinso look bet lay outside my own.

        I did not care especially for "t; ; I read La Fontaines "Fables" first in an Englisranslation, and eer a ed faser I read t, in spite of tures, and tery of language, I liked it er. I do not kno stories in alk and act like o me very strongly. tures of to the moral.

        taine seldom, if ever, appeals to our    moral se crikes are t t mans morality springs    self-love is directed arained by reason,    follo of all evil; but, of course, I may be aine er opportunities of    men to    objeuco tirical fables as to tous trutaught by monkeys and foxes.

        But I love "t; and "ild Animals I ; I feel a geerest in t caricatures of men. One sympatreds, laugragedies. And if t a moral, it is so subtle t    scious of it.

        My mind opened naturally and joyously to a ception of antiquity. Greece, a Greece, exercised a mysterious fasation over me. In my fancy till alked face to face    I secretly built so t. I kneribe of nymp quite all, for ty and greed of Medea and Jason oo monstrous to be fiven, and I used to ed to do ery is still unsolved. I often wonder ime.

        It    made Greece my paradise. I ory of troy before I read it in tly I tle difficulty in making treasures after I    poetry, er t. ould t t of t s odious

        by tions and laborious ents migrut is not necessary t one so define every    its principal parts and its grammatical position in ten order to uand and appreciate a fine poem. I kno avaricious. I am tent t ot    measure t of t splendid epior    I.    passages of t lifts me above tany life. My pations are fotten--my he heavens are mine!

        My admiration for t so great, but it is    as muc tes or diary, and I alo translate t please me especially. ting of Virgil is imes; but rife and pity and love like t; iful, animated yout he wind in his hair.

        is to fly on paper ;Greek ; to t altoget. One could raveled round times ionaries, or fell into tfalls called examinations, set by scer kno of Pilgrims Progress ified by t it seemed intermio me, in spite of t surprises t met me no a turn in the road.

        I began to read tand it. No seems strao me t time o its o read me a story out of t tand, so spell into my ory of Josep failed to i me. tition made tory seem unreal and far ao t of many colours unto tent of Jacob and told t ua, unless it    I ance of several Greeks in Boston and been inspired by tories of try;    a single ian, and t tories about titions and t never occurred to me to call Greek patronymics "queer.”

        But    ion; and I love it as I love no otill t    of my being rebels, so muc I regret ty    to end. I do not t ts ory and sources pensates me for t details it tention. For my part, I erature of t mig is ugly and barbarous in it, alt as muco    works weakened or falsified.

        ty and terrible direess of tids before o protect , quering ed by t patriotism,    o: "If I peris if I live, my people shall live.”

        tory of Rutoo--al it is! Yet    is try folks from t

        of tal! Rutle-ed,    ands iful, unselfis s like a brigar in t of a dark and cruel age. Love like Ruting creeds and deep-seated racial prejudices, is o find in all the world.

        ting se "temporal, and ternal.”

        I do not remember a time since I    I    loved S tell exactly ales from S;; but I kno I read t first anding and a c;Macbet; seems to . One reading    to stamp every detail of tory upon my memory forever. For a long time ts and co Dreamland. I could see, absolutely see, ttle o me as to tri queen.

        I read "King Lear" soon after "Macbet; and I s to ters eyes are put out. Anger seized me, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, temples, and all tred t a crated in my .

        I must ance of San about time, for ted in my mind. I remember t I    vaguely t t be good even if to, because no one seemed o o give t find it in my    to n tterly. ts    wime be made whole.

        It seems stra my first reading of S me so many unpleasant memories. t, gentle, fanciful plays--t no to    first, pered tual sunsy of a c "t it    will lose.”

        I imes and knos of t, but I ot tell le songs and ts ,    is often o read all to id entators o try to remember terpretations, but t pact    to try any more. t I    broken in my study of Stredge. I kno I do not uand; and I am glad to see veil after veil lift gradually, revealing ne ay.

        o poetry I love ory. I orical    I o lay my alogue of dry facts and dryer dates to Greens impartial, picturesque "ory of t;; from Freemans "ory of Europe" to Emertons "Middle Ages." t book t gave me any real sense of tory ons "orld ory,"    is no longer sidered valid, yet I    it ever since as one of my treasures. From it I learned o land and built great cities,    rulers, eartitans, put everyt, and es of    nations pioneered in art and knro as it    of a degee age, and rose again, like ty, tolerand education t and tion of the whole world.

        In my college reading I    familiar erature. ts strengty, and trution, boterature. t, sledge- everyt    is not to impress ot because     if    find an outlet for ts t burn in his soul.

        too, terature a fine reserve s    I find in it of tency of    pervades all German literature and is mystically expressed i;Faust": All transitory But as symbols are seo event. t is dohe oman Soul leads us upward and on!

        Of all ters t I . trike one like a keen blast of sea air. Alfred de Musset is impossible! I admire Victor e icism; t one of my literary passions. But    poets of all great nations are interpreters of eternal t reverently folloo ty and truth and Goodness are one.

        I am afraid I ten too muc my book-friends, a I ioned only t; and from t one mig my circle of friends ed and undemocratic, e pleasure in ties and surprises of ness and t of lily and rose in tier for itude. I kneoo, loved    into    all manner of    , tt for y. I love all ers ains of joy and good y.

        Iure is my Utopia.    disfrancs me out from t, gracious discourse of my book-friends. talk to me    embarrassment or aaugtle importanpared ;large loves and ies.”
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