"In seven days more I shall be fifty-nine;-which (practically) is all the same as sixty; but, be-ing asked by the wife of my dear old friend, W. H.Harrison, to say a few words of our old rela-tions together, I find myself, in spite of all theseyears, a boy again, -partly in the mere thoughtof, and renewed sympathy with, the cheerfulheart of my old literary master, and partly in in-stinctive terror lest, wherever he is in celestial cir-cles, he should...