been so famous a beauty in her youth that, on the occasion of her
wedding, Harvard students thronged the aisles and climbed the pews of
old Christ Church to see her. The wedding receptions of Mrs. Greenough's
daughter and granddaughter were held, too, in Fay House. This latter
girl was the fascinating and talented Lily Greenough, who was later a
favourite at the court of Napoleon and Eugenie, and who, after the death
of her first husband, Mr. Charles Moulton, was married in this house to
Monsieur De Hegermann Lindencrone, at that time Danish Minister to the
United States, and now minister at Paris. Her daughter, Suzanne Moulton,
who has left her name scratched with a diamond on one of the Fay House
windows, is now the Countess Suzanne Raben-Levetzan of Nystel, Denmark.

In connection with the Fays' life in this house occurred one thing which
will particularly send the building down into posterity, and will link
for all time Radcliffe and Harvard traditions. For it was in the upper
corner room, nearest the Washington Elm, that Doctor Samuel Gilman,
Judge Fay's brother-in-law, wrote "Fair Harvard," while a guest in this
hospitable home, during the second centennial celebration of the college
on the Charles. Radcliffe girls often seem a bit triumphant as they
point out to visitors this room and its facsimile copy of the famous
song. Yet they have plenty of pleasant things of their own to remember.

Just one of these, taken at random from among the present writer's own
memories of pretty happenings at Fay House, will serve: During Duse's
last tour in this country, the famous actress came out one afternoon, as
many a famous personage does, to drink a cup of tea with Mrs. Agassiz in
the stately old parlour, where Mrs. Whitman's famous portrait of the
president of Radcliffe College vies in attractiveness with the living
reality graciously presiding over the Wednesday afternoon teacups. As it
happened, there was a scant attendance at the tea on this day of Duse's
visit. She had not been expected, and so it fell out that some two or
three girls who could speak French or Italian were privileged to do the
honours of the occasion to the great actress whom they had long
worshipped from afar. Duse was in one of her most charming moods, and
she listened with the greatest attention to her young hostesses'
laboured explanations concerning the college and its ancient home.

The best of it all, from the enthusiastic girl-students' point o