MARK TWAIN

Three idiots took a boat just as I was walking to the
Henii Rivage and soon were being swept down toward the
bridge, they pawing the water innocently with their ig-
norant oars. The owner of the boats watched awhile then
sent, a boat after them and saved them, so the world is
better off by three fools.

The river for miles is a raging plane of white caps; the
Mistral is just howling.

Higginson visiting Kmily Dickinson at her father's
house in Amherst, 1870:

"It was at her father's house, one of those large square
brick mansions so familiar in our older New England
towns, surrounded by trees and blossoming shrubs with-
out, and within exquisitely neat, cool, spacious and fra-
grant with flowers."

There—if there i»s any region on the continent of Europe
where such houses exist, I have never found it.

As long as time shall last, history will spit in England's
face for her treachery to Napoleon's trust in her. Some
have looked around for the cue, and found it in England's
fright, Kxctises must have been scarce when that one was
chosen.

Following the Rhone trip the family settled in
Berlin, where the next entry is made.

The highest of all professions—the stilling of human
pain—the saving of human life.

When you lie low, how welcome is the face of the doc-
tor, in that time of uncertainty when you can't tell for
sure just where you are going to.

And without a doubt Berlin is the place to come to to
finish your medical education, for certainly it is a lumi-

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