An inventive morning!  After waking, and before I had finished dressing, I had devised a new and much neater form in which to work my Rules for Long Division, and also decided to bring out my “Games and Puzzles,” and Part iii. of “Curiosa Mathematica,” in Numbers, in paper covers, paged consecutively, to be ultimately issued in boards.

On November 20th he spent the day in London, with the object of seeing “The Little Minister” at the Haymarket.  “A beautiful play, beautifully acted,” he calls it, and says that he should like to see it “again and again.”  He especially admired the acting of Mrs. Cyril Maude (Miss Winifred Emery) as Lady Babbie.  This was the last theatrical performance he ever witnessed.

He apparently kept rough notes for his Diary, and only wrote it up every few weeks, as there are no entries at all for 1898, nor even for the last week of 1897.  The concluding page runs as follows:—­

    Dec. (W.) 10 a.m.—­I am in my large room, with no fire,
    and open window—­temperature 54 degrees.

    Dec. 17 (F.).—­Maggie [one of his sisters], and our nieces
    Nella and Violet, came to dinner.

Dec. 19 (Sun.).—­Sat up last night till 4 a.m., over a tempting problem, sent me from New York, “to find 3 equal rational-sided rt.-angled triangles.”  I found two, whose sides are 20, 21, 29; 12, 35, 37; but could not find three.

    Dec. 23(Th.).—­I start for Guildford by the 2.7 today.

As my story of Lewis Carroll’s life draws near its end, I have received some “Stray Reminiscences” from Sir George Baden-Powell, M.P., which, as they refer to several different periods of time, are as appropriate here as in any other part of the book.  The Rev. E.H.  Dodgson, referred to in these reminiscences, is a younger brother of Lewis Carroll’s; he spent several years of his life upon the remote island of Tristan d’Acunha, where there were only about seventy or eighty inhabitants besides himself.  About once a year a ship used to call, when the island-folk would exchange their cattle for cloth, corn, tea, &c., which they could not produce themselves.  The island is volcanic in origin, and is exposed to the most terrific gales; the building used as a church stood at some distance from Mr. Dodgson’s dwelling, and on one occasion the wind was so strong that he had to crawl on his hands and knees for the whole distance that separated the two buildings.

My first introduction (writes Sir George Baden-Powell) to the author of “Through the Looking-Glass” was about the year 1870 or 1871, and under appropriate conditions!  I was then coaching at Oxford with the well-known Rev. E. Hatch, and was on friendly terms with his bright and pretty children.  Entering his house one day, and facing the dining-room, I heard mysterious noises under the table, and saw the cloth move as if some one were hiding.  Children’s legs