Scott and Osborn, Scott and Osborn, that I thought I'd Uke to have 

 you once without the verdammten Osborn." 



Naturally, it was Balfour's social side, his extraordinary charm of 

 manner, wit and brilliancy of conversation, that I especially dwelt upon 

 in my letters home. For instance, I wrote: "On Monday evening, we 

 took a quiet little dinner in Balfour's rooms, the only other guests be- 

 ing Sedgwick and his sister. She, the one lamb among four wolves, 

 seemed to take it very quietly and, being evidently a 'society girl,' took 

 care of herself very well and managed to keep all four of us rattling 

 away like mad. I never saw Balfour shine so before; he was as lively 

 and witty as he is always handsome. He and his brother (Gerald) are 

 two of the handsomest men I have ever seen. They are nephews of 

 Lord Salisbury's and 'howling swells,' yet they never give themselves 

 the least assumption on that account." The oldest brother, Arthur, 

 afterward Lord Balfour, I did not meet till nearly ten years later. On 

 other occasions, the dinners in those so familiar rooms in Trinity would 

 be for famous men of science and I made many pleasant and durable 

 acquaintances there, notably Ray Lankester and H. N. Moseley, one of 

 the naturalists of H. M. S. Challenger. The latter had just returned 

 from the long voyage of five years and was preparing his famous book. 



Osborn and I grew very warmly attached to Balfour and he seemed 

 to return the feeling. At all events, he was most kind and hospitable 

 to us. Adam Sedgwick, a nephew and namesake of the great geologist, 

 idolized his chief and loved him with "a love passing that of women." 

 Sedgwick was a very able man and rose to high places in English 

 science, but I doubt if he ever recovered from the shock and grief of 

 Balfour's death. Among his own kin, Balfour's memory is fresh and 

 green to this day. In December 1924, Lord Cecil (formerly Lord Robert 

 Cecil) had come to New York to receive the first premium and award 

 of the Woodrow Wilson Foundation and, as one of the board of trus- 

 tees, I was invited to meet him at dinner. In the brief conversation that 

 I had with Lord Cecil, I found him very familiar with the career of his 

 long-dead cousin and eager to learn all that I could tell him. 



Never have I heard more delightful, stimulating conversation, or 

 brighter wit than in the colleges of Oxford and Cambridge. It is not 

 surprising that I should have forgotten specific instances and that the 

 only one which I distinctly remember dates from a much later time, 

 when Joseph Chamberlain was pushing his campaign for "tariff re- 

 form," as protection was euphemistically called. In an Oxford common 

 room a party of visitors from Cambridge was being entertained and the 



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