. . .Morier.  Apropos of the book, it reminds me that I specially recall my reviewing it mentally many times.

I have reviewed my early life in quiet, old-fashioned, shaded Philadelphia and in rural New England so continually and carefully all the time ever since it passed that I am sure its minutest detail on any day would now be accurately recalled at the least suggestion.  As I shall almost certainly write this whole work without referring to a note or journal or other document, it will be seen that I remember the past pretty well.  What is most remarkable in it all, if I can make myself intelligible, is that what between the deep and indelible p. 62impression made on my mind by books, and that of scenery and characters now passed away—the two being connected—it all seems to me now to be as it were vividly depicted, coloured, or written in my mind, like pages in an illuminated or illustrated romance.  As some one has said that dreams are novels which. . . Read More