In "April Hopes" I loved the pictures of life for the confortable class in the District of Columbia, resort hotel life, and Campobello as a nineteenth-century getaway. In all the times we've been nearby, we've never taken that particular ferry. Somewhere lately that I can't remember there was a fatuous piece about Star Island. When I was a kid I remember reading books by Celia Thaxter. What her poems were I'd never be able to remember, but they, like those of Mrs. Hemans, Longfellow, Whittier, and others of that era, certainly took their place in elementary-school English books of my era. It appears that the illustrations that I recall were not just of her garden but were from her own hand.