March 31_st._—­Have just got printed, as a leaflet, “A Disputed Point in Logic”—­the point Professor Wilson and I have been arguing so long.  This paper is wholly in his own words, and puts the point very clearly.  I think of submitting it to all my logical friends.

“A Disputed Point in Logic” appeared also, I believe, in Mind, July, 1894.

This seems a fitting place in which to speak of a side of Mr. Dodgson’s character of which he himself was naturally very reticent—­his wonderful generosity.  My own experience of him was of a man who was always ready to do one a kindness, even though it put him to great expense and inconvenience; but of course I did not know, during his lifetime, that my experience of him was the same as that of all his other friends.  The income from his books and other sources, which might have been spent in a life of luxury and selfishness, he distributed lavishly where he saw it was needed, and in order to do this he always lived in the most simple way.  To make others happy was the Golden Rule of his life.  On August 31st he wrote, in a letter to a friend, Miss Mary Brown:  “And now what am I to tell you about myself?  To say I am quite well ‘goes without saying’ with me.  In fact, my life is so strangely free from all trial and trouble that I cannot doubt my own happiness is one of the talents entrusted to me to ‘occupy’ with, till the Master shall return, by doing something to make other lives happy.”

In several instances, where friends in needy circumstances have written to him for loans of money, he has answered them, “I will not lend, but I will give you the L100 you ask for.”  To help child-friends who wanted to go on the stage, or to take up music as a profession, he has introduced them to leading actors and actresses, paid for them having lessons in singing from the best masters, sent round circulars to his numerous acquaintances begging them to patronise the first concert or recital.

In writing his books he never attempted to win popularity by acceding to the prejudices and frailties of the age—­his one object was to make his books useful and helpful and ennobling.  Like the great Master, in whose steps he so earnestly strove to follow, he “went about doing good.”  And one is glad to think that even his memory is being made to serve the same purpose.  The “Alice” cots are a worthy sequel to his generous life.

Even Mr. Dodgson, with all his boasted health, was not absolutely proof against disease, for on February 12, 1895, he writes:—­