DEDICATORY EPISTLE TO THOMAS SERGEANT PERRY, PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN THE KEIO GIJUKU, AT TOKYO. DEAR TOM,- It has long been my wish to make you the patron saint or tutelar divinity of some book of mine, and it has lately occurred to me that it ought to be a book of the desultory and chatty sort that would remind you, in 'your present exile at the world's eastern rim, of the many quiet evenings of old, when, over a tankard of mellow October and pipe of fragrant Virginia, while Yule logs crackled blithely and the music of pattering sleet was upon the window-pane, we used to roam in fancy through the universe and give free utterance to such thoughts, sedate or frivolous, as seemed to us good. I dare say the present volume may serve as an epitome of many such old-time sessions of sweet discourse, which I trust we shall by and by repeat and renew. But there is one link of association which in my mind especially connects you with the present occa 16149 |