and
keeping
would be
enough of
life in a
certain
way;and it
all
lingers in
my memory
yet,as if
it were
one with
the gentle
courtesy
which
welcomed
me. Among
my
fellow-guests
one night
was George
S.Hillard,now
a faded
reputation,and
even then
a life
defeated
of the
high
expectation
of its
youth.I do
not know
whether
his 'Six
Months in
Italy'still
keeps
itself in
print;but
it was a
book once
very well
known;and
he was
perhaps
the more
gracious
to me,as
