duction, memory will fail to act. The following incident will explain this fact: Henry W. Longfellow and Ralph Waldo Emerson were intimate friends, both living to a ripe age and achieving renown. Longfellow retained possession of all his faculties until he died, but Emerson's mind had lost its marvelous power some years previous to his physical dissolution. On the death of Longfellow, Emerson's daughter conducted her father to where the funeral services over the body of his departed friend were being held, and as he gazed upon the peaceful face, encircled with its snow white hair, he said: "It is a sweet, sweet face; he was a lovely character;" then, turning to his daughter, he continued in a tone indicating that he was trying hard to recall whose face it was, "but I have forgotten his name." This showed
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