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_To recall bygone memories or imperfectly remembered sensations,
scenes and experiences or images_.

This is a difficult thing to describe, and no wonder, since it forms
the greatest and most trying task of all poets to depict that which
really depends for its charm on association, emotion and a chiaroscuro
of the feelings. We have all delightful reminiscences which make
ridiculous Dante's assertion that

"There is no greater grief than to recall in pain
The happy days gone by;"

which, if true, would make it a matter of regret that we ever had a
happy hour. However, I assume that it is a great pleasure to recall,
even in grief, beautiful bygone scenes and joys, and trust that the
reader has a mind healthy and cheerful enough to do the same.

What constitutes a charm in many memories is often extremely varied.
Darkly shaded rooms with shutters closed in on an intensely hot
American summer day. Chinese matting on the floors--the mirrors and
picture frames covered with _tulle_--silence--the scent of magnolias
all over the house--the presence of loved ones now long dead and
gone--all of these combined form to me memory-pictures in which
nothing can be spared. The very scent of the flowers is like musk in a
perfume or "bouquet" of odors--it _fixes_ them well, or renders them
permanent. And it is all like a beautiful vivid dream. If I had my
life to live over again I would do frequently and with great care,
what I thought of too late, and now practice feebly--I would strongly