Mrs. Schliemann went with us to the Museum and showed us the treasures from the royal tombs and the Treasure House of Mycenae which she had helped her husband to excavate and explore. These excavations of the Acropolis at Mycenae had thrilled the civilized world. Doctor Schliemann did not hesitate to proclaim that he had found the sepulcher of Atreus, of the “king of men”, Agamemnon, of his charioteer, and of Cassandra and their companions. Mrs. Schliemann, who was a Greek, knew her Homer by heart, so that when her husband wished to refer to some passage in the “Iliad”, he merely turned to her, instead of carrying a volume of Homer in his pocket. My mother took every opportunity of talking with these interesting people about their work and their amazing discoveries. She parted with Mrs. Schliemann with real regret. At their last interview the famous woman archeologist, the pioneer of her sex, put into my mother’s hands a very small terra cotta cup, with the words: “You will keep this, because it comes from the tomb of Agamemnon.” As I write there lies beside me on my desk an album purchased in Athens. On the flyleaf is written in my mother’s hand: By Schliemann found, Troy’s treasures shine, While we explore a deeper mine, And crown the beauty of the Present With fellowship sincere and pleasant. Then in varying handwriting follow the signatures of the actors and the parts they played in that three weeks’ comedy at Athens. Minerva--Julia Ward Howe. Juno--Julia G. McAllister. Venus--Maud Howe. Diana--Grace H. Higginson. Neptune--F. J. Higginson, Commander U. S. Navy. Mercury--Jacob J. Hunker, U. S. Navy. A large photograph of the Erechtheum has survived with the above-named personages standing or sitting upon the steps of that sublime temple, second in glory only to the Parthenon, near which it stands upon the Acropolis of Athens. There was much of fun, frolic, and laughter in those days of wandering. Minerva knew how to make what was really a time of intense mental activity seem nothing but play. Froebel was outclassed, and her traveling kindergarten afforded an opportunity for education I have never known equaled. CHAPTER XIII BOSTON IN THE EIGHTIES A notebook of anatomical drawings recalls my adventure as a student at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. Frederick Crowninshield taught us anatomy and much besides; I remember with gratitude his excellent teaching.