When The Bird And The Book Disagree,

On Landing At New York I Caught The Yellow Fever By Walking To The Bank At Greenwich To Get The Money To Which My Father's Letter Of Credit Entitled Me. The Kind Man Who Commanded The Ship That Brought Me From France, Whose Name Was A Common One, John Smith, Took Particular Charge Of Me, Removed Me To Morristown, N. J., And Placed Me Under The Care Of Two Quaker Ladies Who Kept A Boarding - House. To Their Skilful And Untiring Ministrations I May Safely Say I Owe The Prolongation Of My Life.

But The Moment A Bird Was Dead, No Matter How Beautiful It Had Been In Life, The Pleasure Of Possession Became Blunted For Me.

My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether In Watercolors, But They Wanted Softness And A Great Deal Of Finish.

There Is But One Kind Of Love; God Is Love, And All His Creatures Derive Theirs From His; Only It Is Modified By The Different Degrees Of Intelligence In Different Beings And Creatures.

As I Grew Up I Was Fervently Desirous Of Becoming Acquainted With Nature.