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Show Dr. Holmes in Ills Library. Boston, Sept. 1. Whuu I called to nee Dr. Holmes ho received me in his library. I had rend of it and Been pictures of it many times, but neither pictures nor do-scriptious do-scriptious can make one see tho shining wood fire, the flowing Charles outside, and . above all tho courteous and gonial occupant, occu-pant, whose favorite room it is. The Dre was very low, only a few embers remaining, and l)r. Holmes hunted up some scraps of papnr and wood, pausing to say comically as ho held them in his hand, "You sea what literature has to come to." When the lire was bluzing cheerfully ha came to his desk and reread the note I had brought, probably having only gluuced at the name down stairs. He thanked mo courteously in response to a message of regard re-gard from the writer, and then sut down resignedly and graciously to be "pumped," as ha expressed it, first assuring mo that lie should answer no questions which he did not wish to. We talked long, and of the conversation I have before given some account. Of "The hiving Temple" ho Baid: "It is an anatomical study, and correct as far us it goes. I was in my specialty there and knew what I was talking about." He laughed at an allusion to that side splitting jingle, "The Height of the Ridiculous," and said; "That was published in The Collegian Col-legian the year after I left college. I was 80 years old when I wrote that." Not very far away is the place of which Longfellow wrote: I stood on the bridge at midnight As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the city Behind the dark church tower. It is the old bridge to Cambridge. The historic is not swept away when one turns frcan the window. A pubdo man of 60 years is whole volume of history in himself, and there was tho "Autocrat" in his green velvet easy chair "the wise, the witty, the many idoad philosopher, poet, physician, novelist, essayist, professor, but, best of all, the kind, the warm heart," as Mr. John Boyle O'Reilly, himself a poet, has said. Lowell also frlves an excellent excel-lent picture of him in his "able fur Critics;" Crit-ics;" . , There is Holmes, who Is matchless among you for wit, A Leydtn jar always full charged, from which flic The electrical tingles of hit after hit, But are ust the fine hands, too, to weave you lyric Full of fancy, fun, feeling, or spiced with si'ityrio In a measure so kindly you doubt It the toon That are trodden upon are your own or your foes, A. L W. |