Excerpt from The Oliver Wendell Holmes Year Book Not all unblest the mild interior scene When the red curtain spread its falling screen; Q'er some light task the lonely hours were past, And the long evening only flew too fast; Or the wide chair its leathern arms would lend In genial welcome to some easy friend. Such the warm life this dim retreat has known, Not quite deserted when its guests were flown Nay, filled with friends, an unobtrusive set, Guiltless of calls and cards and etiquette. 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.