was telling the President and his wife all about his precious Encyclopedia； his evening with General Grant； and his efforts to become something more than an office boy。 No boy had ever so gracious a listener before； no mother could have been more tenderly motherly than the woman who sat opposite him and seemed so honestly interested in all that he told。 Not for a moment during all those two hours was he allowed to remember that his host and hostess were the President of the United States and the first lady of the land！
That evening was the first of many thus spent as the years rolled by； unexpected little courtesies came from the White House； and later from 〃Spiegel Grove〃； a constant and unflagging interest followed each undertaking on which the boy embarked。 Opportunities were opened to him； acquaintances were made possible； a letter came almost every month until that last little note； late in 1892。
My Dear Friend：
I would write you more fully if I could。 You are always thoughtful & kind。
Thankfully your friend Rutherford B。 Hayes
ThanksThanks for your steady friendship。
The simple act of turning down his wine…glasses had won for Edward Bok two gracious friends。
The passion for autograph collecting was now leading Edward to read the authors whom he read about。 He had become attached to the works of the New England group： Longfellow； Holmes； and； particularly； of Emerson。 The philosophy of the Concord sage made a peculiarly strong appeal to the young mind； and a small copy of Emerson's essays was always in Edward's pocket on his long stage or horse…car rides to his office and back。
He noticed that these New England authors rarely visited New York； or； if they did； their presence was not heralded by the newspapers among the 〃distinguished arrivals。〃 He had a great desire personally to meet these writers； and； having saved a little money； he decided to take his week's summer vacation in the winter； when he knew he should be more likely to find the people of his quest at home； and to spend his savings on a trip to Boston。 He had never been away from home； so this trip was a momentous affair。
He arrived in Boston on Sunday evening； and the first thing he did was to despatch a note； by messenger； to Doctor Oliver Wendell Holmes； announcing the important fact that he was there； and what his errand was； and asking whether he might come up and see Doctor Holmes any time the next day。 Edward naively told him that he could come as early as Doctor Holmes likedby breakfast…time； he was assured； as Edward was all alone！ Doctor Holmes's amusement at this ingenuous note may be imagined。
Within the hour the boy brought back this answer：
MY DEAR BOY：
I shall certainly look for you to…morrow morning at eight o'clock to have a piece of pie with me。 That is real New England； you know。
Very cordially yours；
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES。〃
Edward was there at eight o'clock。 Strictly speaking； he was there at seven…thirty； and found the author already at his desk in that room overlooking the Charles River； which he learned in after years to know better。
〃Well；〃 was the cheery greeting； 〃you couldn't wait until eight for your breakfast； could you？ Neither could I when I was a boy。 I used to have my breakfast at seven；〃 and then telling the boy all about his boyhood； the cheery poet led him to the dining…room； and for the first time he breakfasted away from home and ate pieand that with 〃The Autocrat〃 at his own breakfast…table！
A cosier time no boy could have had。 Just the two were there； and the smiling face that looked out over the plates and cups gave the boy courage to tell all that this trip was going to mean to him。
〃And you have come on just to see us； have you？〃 chuckled the poet。 〃Now； tell me； what good do you think you will get out of it？〃
He was told what the idea was： that every successful man had something to tell a boy； that would be likely to help him； and that Edward wanted to see the men who had written the books that people enjoyed。 Doctor Holmes could not conceal his amusement at all this。
When breakfast was finished； Doctor Holmes said： 〃Do you know that I am a full…fledged carpenter？ No？ Well； I am。 Come into my carpenter…shop。〃
And he led the way into a front…basement room where was a complete carpenter's outfit。
〃You know I am a doctor；〃 he explained； 〃and this shop is my medicine。 I believe that every man must have a hobby that is as different from his regular work as it is possible to be。 It is not good for a man to work all the time at one thing。 So this is my hobby。 This is my change。 I like to putter away at these things。 Every day I try to come down here for an hour or so。 It rests me because it gives my mind a complete change。 For； whether you believe it or not；〃 he added with his inimitable chuckle； 〃to make a poem and to make a chair are two very different things。〃
〃Now；〃 he continued； 〃if you think you can learn something from me； learn that and remember it when you are a man。 Don't keep always at your business； whatever it may be。 It makes no difference how much you like it。 The more you like it； the more dangerous it is。 When you grow up you will understand what I mean by an 'outlet'a hobby； that isin your life； and it must be so different from your regular work that it will take your thoughts into an entirely different direction。 We doctors call it a safety…valve； and it is。 I would much rather；〃 concluded the poet； 〃you would forget all that I have ever written than that you should forget what I tell you about having a safety…valve。〃
〃And now do you know；〃 smilingly said the poet； 〃about the Charles River here？〃 as they returned to his study and stood before the large bay window。 〃I love this river；〃 he said。 〃Yes； I love it；〃 he repeated； 〃love it in summer or in winter。〃 And then he was quiet for a minute or so。
Edward asked him which of his poems were his favorites。
〃Well；〃 he said musingly； 〃I think 'The Chambered Nautilus' is my most finished piece of work； and I suppose it is my favorite。 But there are also 'The Voiceless；' 'My Aviary；' written at this window； 'The Battle of Bunker Hill；' and 'Dorothy Q；' written to the portrait of my great…grandmother which you see on the wall there。 All these I have a liking for； and when I speak of the poems I like best there are two others that ought to be included'The Silent Melody' and 'The Last Leaf。' I think these are among my best。〃
〃What is the history of 'The Chambered Nautilus'？〃 Edward asked。
〃It has none；〃 came the reply； 〃it wrote itself。 So； too； did 'The One…Hoss Shay。' That was one of those random conceptions that gallop through the brain； and that you catch by the bridle。 I caught it and reined it。 That is all。〃
Just then a maid brought in a parcel； and as Doctor Holmes opened it on his desk he smiled over at the boy and said：
〃Well； I declare； if you haven't come just at the right time。 See those little books？ Aren't they wee？〃 and he handed the boy a set of three little books； six inches by four in size； beautifully bound in half levant。 They were his 〃Autocrat〃 in one volume； and his better…known poems in two volumes。
〃This is a little fancy of mine；〃 he said。 〃My publishers； to please me； have gotten out this tiny wee set。 And here；〃 as he counted the little sets； 〃they have sent me six sets。 Are they not exquisite little things？〃 and he fondled them with loving glee。 〃Lucky； too； for me that they should happen to come now； for I have been wondering what I could give you as a souvenir of your visit to me； and here it is； sure enough！ My publishers must have guessed you were here and my mind at the same time。 Now； if you would like it； you shall carry home one of these little sets； and I'll just write a piece from one of my poems and your name on the fly…leaf of each volume。 You say you like that little verse：
〃'A few can touch the magic string。'
Then I'll write those four lines in this volume。〃 And he did。
As each little volume went under the poet's pen Edward said； as his heart swelled in gratitude：
〃Doctor Holmes； you are a man of the rarest sort to be so good to a boy。〃
A few can touch the magic string。 And noisy fame is proud to win them； Alas for those who never sing。 But die with all their music in them！ Oliver Wendell Holmes
The pen stopped； the poet looked out on the Charles a moment； and then； turning to the boy with a little moisture in his eye； he said：
〃No； my boy； I am not； but it does an old man's heart good to hear you say it。 It means much to those on the down…hill side to be well thought of by the young who are coming up。〃
As he wiped his gold pen； with its swan…quill holder； and laid it down； he said：
〃That's the pen with which I wrote 'Elsie Venner' and the 'Autocrat' papers。 I try to take care of it。〃
〃You say you are going from me over to see Longfellow？〃 he continued； as he reached out once more for the pen。 〃Well； then； would you mind if I gave you a letter for him？ I have something to send him。〃
Sly but kindly old gentleman！ The 〃something〃 he had to send Longfellow was Edward himself； although the boy did not see through the subterfuge at that time。
〃And now； if you are going； I'll walk along with you if you don't mind； for I'm going down to Park Street to thank my publishers for these little books； and that lies along your way to the Cambridge car。〃
As the two walked along Beacon Street； Doctor Holmes pointed out the residences where lived people of interest； and when they reached the Public Garden he said：
〃You must come over in the spring some time； and see the tulips and croci and hyacinths here。 They are so beautiful。
〃Now； here is your car；〃 he said as he hailed a coming horse…car。 〃Before you go back you must come and see me and tell me all the people you have seen； will you？ I should like to hear about them。 I may not have more books coming in； but I might have a very good…looking photograph of a very old…looking little man；〃 he said as his eyes twinkled。 〃Give my love to Longfellow when you see him； and don't forget to give him my letter； you know。 It is about a very important matter。〃
And when the boy had ridden a mile or so with his fare in his hand he held it out