FROM A PHOTOGRAPH IN THE POSSESSION OF MRS. KILBURN KILMER ] Dec. 14, 1912. My dear Father Daly: The cards are rather laconic, but they are supposed to convey the information, as you thought, that my family is the larger by one. I have already a little boy, who will be four next March. His name is Kenton Sinclair. I married when I was twenty-one, immediately after my graduation from Columbia. Then--since you have twice asked for biographical information--I taught school in Morristown for a year, came to New York, went to work on the Standard Dictionary, and after three years took my present position on _The Churchman_. Do you know the Rev. Michael Earls? I recently received a copy of his book of verse. He is a member of your Society--I think he is at Georgetown. The poems about children are very delicate and sympathetic--one called, I believe, “An Autumn Rose-bush” is admirable. I see Grey frequently--I hope to take breakfast with him to-morrow. A number of us have the custom of breakfasting on Sunday mornings on the excellent Irish bacon to be procured at Healy’s, on 91st St. When you return to New York, you must join us. Do you know Thomas Walsh? He is with us occasionally--you should know him, and his translations from the Spanish, and his verse. I hope you are coming East soon. Yours sincerely, JOYCE KILMER. * * * * * Cragmere, Mahwah, N. J. July 24, 1913. Dear Father Daly: I do not like to burden my friends with my troubles, but you have certain opportunities that I lack, so I am asking you the greatest favour. Please pray for the healing of my little daughter Rose. She is dangerously ill with infantile paralysis. This is a disease that has appeared among mankind only recently, and physicians are uncertain how to treat it. She is staying in New York with her mother to be near the doctor and I am staying here nights to take care of my other child. Of course the maid is here during the day so the house is kept up. But Rose cannot move her legs or arms--She was so active and happy only last week--she cannot even cry--her voice is just a little whimper--the danger is of its reaching her lungs and killing her. I cannot write any more. You know how I feel. Pray for her. JOYCE KILMER. * * * * * Aug. 30, 1913. Dear Father Daly: There is not, it seems, any danger of the death of Rose now. And she has regained her strength. Her arms and legs have been left paralysed but her hands and feet move. It will take a year’s time for us to know whether or not this paralysis is permanent.