An Afterglow
BOSTON
The Yellow-wood has been in bloom these last few days. I have not seen it at its prime but the tree itself is commoner than we thought. A pretty little dogbane asked to be picked. So I took it, and pressed it and have meant to send it along every day since. But it is coming.
Yesterday I fulfilled my promise to speak at the Roxbury Latin School graduation, and boys and others were good enough to be pleased. They seemed to think I stirred them. One young man from Harvard was overheard to say to his younger brother "He's bully"; to which the brother replied in a more stolid manner "He's all right." So I got the youth, which is the thing to get. It will amuse you to hear that the T reported of the things I said about carbon dioxide, the exact opposite. The reporter who came up to me after the talk for some explanations said he was an old Roxbury Latin boy himself.
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