A very old man, President Emeritus of a Massachusetts University, celebrated a fortnight ago his 92nd birthday. No enormous cake glistening with petals of pink fondant marked the occasion; no 92 candles shone in the old man's eyes, no speeches were made, no toasts drunk. On the contrary, this aged onetime University President passed the day reading, studying, strolling in the morning sunshine, answering his correspondence. Once the intimate friend of Bryant, Emerson, Holmes, Lowell, Whittier, Aldrich, Longfellow, he can still read with ease and operate a typewriter. In 1874, Dr....
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