IS SHAKESPEARE DEAD?
I was an ass, and better shut up. He delivered it, and I obeyed.
Oh, dear, how long ago it was—how pathetically long ago! And here am I, old, forsaken, forlorn and alone, arranging to get that argument out of some body again.
When a man has a passion for Shakespeare, it goes without saying that he keeps company with other standard authors. Ealer always had several high-class books in the pilot-house, and he read the same ones over and over again,and did not care to change to newer and fresher ones. He played well on the flute, and greatly enjoyed hearing him self play. So did I. He had a notion that a flute would keep its health better if you took it apart when it was not standing a watch; and so, when it was not on duty it took its rest, disjointed, on the compass-shelf under the breast-
