The Brick Moon and Other Stories

To read these stories again, thirty and more years after they were written, is to recall many memories, sad or glad, with which this reader need not be interrupted. But I have to make sure that they are intelligible to readers of a generation later than that for which they were written. The story of The Brick Moon was begun in my dear brother Nathan’s working-room in Union College, Schenectady, in the year 1870, when he was professor of the English language there. The account of the first plan of the moon is a sketch, as accurate as was needed, of the old chat and dreams, plans and jokes, of our college days, before he left Cambridge in 1838. As I learned almost everything I know through his care and love and help, directly or indirectly, it is a pleasure to say this here. The story was published in the “Atlantic Monthly,” in 1870 and 1871. It was the last story I wrote for that magazine, before assuming the charge of “Old and New,” a magazine which I edited from 1870 to 1876, and for which I wrote “Ten Times One is Ten,” which has been printed in the third volume of this series.