THE rules of Yale University governing the Faculty require that on the Commencement following one's sixty- eighth birthday one must retire from active teaching. This is just and beneficent; even if a professor at that age shows no diminution in vigour, there are younger men in his department who have a right to look forward to promotion. Accordingly at the close of lectures in the Spring term of 1933, my forty-one years of active teaching at Yale came to an end. I do not like farewells; when I met my class in Browning for the last time, I conducted it exactly as if I were going to meet them the next day. But the students would not have it so, and made a demonstration I shall always remember.
My last Academic Year, October 1932--June 1933, began and ended with two magnificent gifts, both in their intrinsic value and in the spirit of the givers.
I received from my brilliant colleague Chauncey Brewster Tinker a testimonial of affection in the form of a gift of such extraordinary value that when I found it on my desk I was completely overcome. It was the original manuscript of Walter Savage Landor's poem on Browning which gave Browning and his fiancée such delight in November 1845. The gift was accompanied by the following letter: