EARLY in the year 1876 my father received an invitation from Hartford, Conn., to become editor and proprietor of the Christian Secretary, a weekly periodical representing the Baptist denomination. Among denominational periodicals this stood high, having been founded in 1822. My father had always been a contributor, having caught at an early age (by seeing his contributions in type) what Oliver Wendell Holmes called 'lead poisoning.' His first work as an editor was in his schooldays at the Connecticut Literary Institution at Suffield, when he and another boy edited the school paper. My father loved everything that had to do with a newspaper office; he knew how to set type, and in our house in New Haven, he had a printing press and several cases of type.
He was sixty years old, and though he was in constant demand as a preacher, he knew the average congregation preferred younger pastors; there was every reason why he should go to Hartford. Accordingly, in the Spring of 1876 the family moved to the capital city of Connecticut, where he rented a house at 137 Sigourney Street.
Although the break in my formal education, in my being forced to leave the University Grammar School at Providence, set me back at least two years, in every other way the move to Hartford was for me fortunate; and in three definite ways.
My father had always had a large private library, but apart from some standard sets of classics, the library was