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were a few trifles such as a pair of roast chickens, 

 some fruit pie, cheese and saffron cake to make 

 up, but poor Frederic would not forego the lobsters. 

 We were only boys ! He would show us how 

 they ate lobsters in Utica. He did. He devoured 

 the larger of the two and declared that it was 

 delicious. We held our peace, fearful least the 

 slightest opposition should provoke similar treat- 

 ment of the survivor. Next morning at ten, when 

 we went fishing, he was very peaceful on the 

 bench in front of the cottage, mainly interested 

 in rubbing his chest. That is the obstinacy which 

 killed. Ten days before the end came, I received 

 a wire from Kenley. I had not been there since 

 one summer'? day when some of us lunched under 

 the spreading tree. Poor Crane, that other knight 

 who went down in the fray with his emprise but 

 half through, Oswald Barron, famous in the 

 exposition of heraldic lore, and others were there 

 then. This time I found Harold almost alone, 

 the ghost of his former self. All that Saturday 

 we discussed his convalescence, of which he was 

 sanguine, and his plans for touring through Italy. 

 I even wrote him then and there a letter to Dr. 

 Anthon Dohrn, the eminent Director of the 

 Naples Aquarium. Alas ! he preferred Christian 

 " science " to medicine to the end, and thus expired 

 one of the few brilliant men it has been my privi- 

 lege to call friend, on the very day when Mr. 



