There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked - and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room - my daughter! O my daughter!
“My father was the king of the joke-tellers. I was so impressed as a child watching him, holding people in rapt attention.”
“An artist has every right - one may even say a duty - to exhibit his productions as prominently as he can.”