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rom the stage upon none but faces that were dear to us, none but faces that were lit up with welcome for us. He was in one of his somber moods that morning. As far back as Revolutionary daysJoel Barlow, a poet of distinction, and once Minister to France, had beena resident of Redding, and there were still Barlow descendants in thetownship. I have a picture in mymind of them seated together in the automobile, with Richard WatsonGilder stand

He said: This letter is a frank breath of expression [and his comments wereequally frank]. All of which applies precisely to the writing of the Yankee in KingArthur's Court. I tucked him in for the night, promising to send him to Bermuda, withClaude to take care of him, if he felt he could undertake the journey intwo days more. By and by he handed me the Saturday Times Review, saying: Here is a fine poem, a great poem, I think.