Taken Alive

Two or three years ago the editor of Lippincott's Magazine asked me, with many others, to take part in the very interesting experience meeting begun in the pages of that enterprising periodical. I gave my consent without much thought of the effort involved, but as time passed, felt slight inclination to comply with the request. There seemed little to say of interest to the general public, and I was distinctly conscious of a certain sense of awkwardness in writing about myself at all.