Since then, I have lived an ideal existence; and I now believe what Choate said last March, and which at the time I didn't credit: that the best of life begins at seventy; for then your work is done; you know that you have done your best, let the quality of the work be what it may; that you have earned your holiday--a holiday of peace and contentment--and that thenceforth, to the setting of your sun, nothing will break it, nothing interrupt it.
[_Dictated January 22, 1907._] In an earlier chapter I inserted some verses beginning "Love Came at Dawn" which had been found among Susy's papers after her death.

I was not able to say that they were hers, but I judged that they might be, for the reason that she had not enclosed them in quotation marks according to her habit when storing up treasures gathered from other people.

Stedman was not able to determine the authorship for me, as the verses were new to him, but the authorship has now been traced.

The verses were written by William Wilfred Campbell, a Canadian poet, and they form a part of the contents of his book called "Beyond the Hills of Dream." The authorship of the beautiful lines which my wife and I inscribed upon Susy's gravestone was untraceable for a time.

We had found them in a book in India, but had lost the book and with it the author's name.