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Her letterswere full of her home-longing; her three years of absence seemed like aneternity. I have already poured my heart out with the pen, recording that last day or two. It is a speech not easy to abridge--a finished and perfect piece ofafter-dinner eloquence,--[The Sixty-seventh Birthday Speech entire isincluded in the volume Mark Twain's Speeches. The music of the evening that followed, with Gabrilowitsch at the pianoand David Bispham to sing, was something not likely ever to be repeated.

Fourth Paragraph. >From the note-book: Here in the wastes of the Indian Ocean just under the equator the sea is blue, the motion gentl They had become little princesses and lords and maids-in-waiting, andthey moved through their pretty tinsel parts as if all their ornamentswere gems and their raiment cloth of gold. f Ihad only encouraged her now and then, what it would have meant to her,and what a beautiful thing it would have been to hav