Excerpt from Letters to My Son, Vol. 1 MY dear bill: During the years you were in school at Charterhouse we kept up a regular and chummy correspondence. About the time you came home to Pittsburgh and entered the Institute of Technology, I happened to be called to Cincinnati to pay my last tribute of respect to an old friend, Mr. W. J. Murphy, vice-president of the Cincinnati, New Orleans and Texas Pacific Railway. On my arrival at Cincinnati almost the first indi vidual to be encountered was Professor F. Paul Ander son, who had come there from Kentucky on the same sad errand which brought me from Pennsylvania. Anderson and I were old and intimate friends, and we went to the funeral together and sat in the same pew. The Reverend Father conducting the service had been devotedly attached to Mr. Murphy who during his life was an excellent and deeply religious man, and had been active in church and charitable work. In delivering the funeral oration the reverend gentleman was greatly agitated, and got quite mixed up in his eulogy. As a matter of fact it had neither beginning nor ending, and the poor man's English was past human understanding. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.