hung about, and casts of the usual things. Mrs. Whitman managed the conversation on the whole well, and B. B. played up finely. Mr. Dwight gave a good definition of a translation. The honeycomb with all the honey run out of it. Mrs. Whitman is a bit precious, and sometimes says dull or silly things with an intense air, but it was an atmosphere of people who cared for books and ideas at least, and we enjoyed it.