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Who Was It Said That You Never Get To A Place Until A Day After You Come, Nor Leave It Until A Day After You Go?

My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea Of Reminiscences And Personal News.

It Is Not Often Given In A Noisy World To Come To The Places Of Great Grief And Silence.

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.

Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.