OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



tain home was ready to receive him. A comfortable 

 guest he proved to be, with pleasant memories of a 

 varied life to unfold. 



And that famous Dublin scholar whom we laugh 

 ingly called "a professional visitor," whose convivial 

 qualities were in demand from the court to the humblest 

 cottage! With what dramatic skill he related his 

 humorous contretemps, and how many there were! 

 His knowledge of Greece and of human nature were 

 equally profound. 



A bright young ten-year-old in the privacy of his 

 own journal thus recorded unaided the impressions of 

 his brief visit: 



Sept. 10. Bright and fair. I won't tell what I did all morning. 

 Mama and Papa and Jack and I are going to Lake Geneva. We 

 went down town and over to the North Western station. We are 

 going to stay at Mr. Huchsen's house. He is going on the train 

 with us. We road in a parlor car and almost all the way we were 

 in back on the platform. You know how it is whising by farm 

 houses and cattle and whising over little streams and going slow 

 over big rivers. It seemed to take us an awfly long time to get 

 there a carage was waighting for us. We got in and drove down 

 the street a little ways. We stopped and got soda and then went 

 on. It was a dandy drive. You could feel the brees from the lake. 

 Jack and I went in swimming. After our swim we paddled around 



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