Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1857-07-30

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that fu1l-breastedness of coat which usually
covers shirt bosom of rather suspicious
whiteness. A glimps at his face, however
removed the unfavorable opinions which hi
dress had impaired. His forehead wa.
high and intellectual, his head unusually
large in proportion to the remainder of hi:
body, and his whole features were cast il
that classic mould which gives such beauty
to the profles of Michel Angelo. He
struck me at once as remarkable man
and subsequent acquaintance and event:
showed me l was not mistaken. He hat
engaged at the office at small salary, wa.
miserably poor, and upon my introducing
myself to him, as Immediately did, ht
asked me to step aside; upon doing which
he craved small loan to enable him te
purchase breakfast. 1 let him have the
money, and at night took him home to my
third story back-room in my boarding
house, where he shared my narrow col
bed, not quite wide enough for one. In
the close connection into which our duties
brought us, we soon became as intimately
acquainted as any one could become with
such singular being as he was.
had not kown him many days before ]
found he was man of genius, rarely ever
met with, and that grated upon it were
attainments such as seldom are seen in one
so young. He had been educated at -
College, where he stood at the head of his
class, and beside the musty lore of Greek
and Latin, he had made himself thorough
ly conversant with Hebrew, and of the
modern languages he spoke 1uently French,
Spanish, German and Italian. He sketch
ed and painted, too, with an artists skill,
and soon after our acquaintance COM
menced, he one day showed me portfolio
of paintings in. water-color ofscenes from
nature; of wild, tropical scenes. where the
towering palmtree cast a shadow over the
painted earth, and where gorgeously- color
ed tropical flowers, and birds of golden
plumage filled the picture; and then some
ancient ruins-the remains apparently of
race of which my history reading had
never taught me-of Inca-like palaces, and
temples, and tombs; and then scenes upon
the broad, desolate ocean-like waving
pampas; and then again pictures of do
mestic beauty and content at doors of lit
tie huts, within which the figtree and coco
nut cast their refreshing shadows; and
then sunset scenes, on which his pencil had
left the gorgeous colors, such as linger on
the billowy clouds of the tropics, when the
sinking sun is tinging them with his fare
well rays. One of these sunset scenes he
showed me was fancy sketch such as only
the pencil of an artist, and not my pen can
describe. But it was a scene Of quiet,
calm, peaceful and unclouded rest, where
the very stiffness of the air seemed painted
where the tree leaves stood as motion
less as though no breeze had ever rustled
them, and where silvery stream was glid-
ing through fower-enameled plain. By
its side, sad and melancholy, and gazing
into its limpid waters, was young man.
Small the ugh the picture was, 1 easily re-
cognized his own fern and portrait. l
asked him what he called the picture, and
he said twas "Lethe."
He was singular being. At times, he
was flowing over with wit and humor, but
but these accasions were rare. A settled
gloom hung over his countenance, and all
his conversation wore an air of sadness
as plainly as though it were stamped up-
on his brow in letters deeply cut as the
brand of Cain-was written the curse of his
life-Memory. Curiosity, and the deep
and ardent friendship l had acquired for
him often prompted me to endeayor to lift
the veil which, like darkening cloud hung
over his heart and his life, but always to
no purpose. Occasionally, he would come
to the Office, much exhiliarated with drink,
and then he would sit down and dash off
one of those flowing, scatching, pithy or
prophetic articles, which at that time made
the Morning -- SO celebrated, and
which were quoted and commented upon
throughout the country and tie world, as
the productians Of the celebrated editor
So things progressed for months, and tho
we.were in constant intercourse with each
other, though all his daily life and action
were a part of mine, l never learned his
history, never dreamed the secret of his life
never knew why he sought and hoped on
ly for the Lethe of forgetfulness, till the
incident occurred which am now about
to relate:
1t was portion of my reportorial du
ties, to 60 daily to the police Office, and
there gather and collate, that the curious
world mil ight know them, the animals of
crime. In pursuance of this duty, 1 was
one day turningover the pages of the police
book, when my eye was was struck by the
following:
1.-TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARDl
The above reward will be paid for the arrest,
or any information which may lead to 1t, Of G.
An, who is charged with the commission
of a forgery, four years since, and who has re
Gently been seen in the city of New York. He
may be known by the following description"
And then followed an exact description
of my poor friend, even noting a peculiar
birth mark which he bore upon his neck.
To say that l was horror-struck, would
poorly convey an idea of my feelings on
reading and drinking in the contents of the
damning page before me. l read it and
re-read it, again and again, and impulsive-
ly, mechanically, scarcely knowing what l
did, or why did, I copied the whole of it
on my notebook. l was still poring over
it, in state of utter forgetfulness to all
else, when / was aroused from my sad
reverie, by the gruff voice of a policeman,
who wished to examine the cook, and who
asked me in surly tone, If l was "going
to keep it all day?' l made some fippant
reply to him, and handed him the book
His eye rested at once on the glaring cap !
ton. 1.-TWO hundred dollars reward p and