I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my �although I know something of the delight of rhythm�for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the ；if this static grace can be so lovely�how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion。
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van �and I shall never forget the delight of that �oh�how much I must miss�and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance！ If I could see only one play�I should know how to picture in my mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet。
So�through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight�the great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes。
The Third Day
The following morning�I should again greet the dawn�anxious to discover new delights�for I am sure that�for those who have eyes which really see�the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty。
This�according to the terms of my imagined miracle�is to be my third and last day of ；there is too much to �animate and �amid the haunts of men going about the business of
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills�Long �surrounded by green lawns�trees�and flowers�are neat little houses；happy with the voices and movements of wives and children�havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the �and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of