Smyrna times., 1859-12-15

lounge win an lndlscrbable feeling OF RELIEF
He added that the great fatigue of mint
throughout the whole task had resulted frou
the care and pains required in the construction
, and arrangement of materials, and not in the
mere literary composition OF the successive
chapters.
But what magnificent volumes! What
work for an old man to have achieved! What
fitting close to a labors of long aud busy
life! They unite on one page, and will per.
petuate 10 one memory, not only great name
but the great namesake: the Father of the
American Republic, and the Father of the Anne.
rlcan Republic OF Letters.
On the parlor wall hung the engraving oi
Faed's picture of " Scott and his Contempora.
ries" alluded to it as presenting group OF
his former friends.
Yes" said he. " knew every man of them
but three; and now they are all gone"
Are the portraits good 7" inquired.
:" SCOTS head" he replied, {" is we'll drawn,
though the expression lacks something ofScott's
force; Campbel's is toerable Lockhart's is
the worst. Lockhart," said he, "was man Of
very delicate organization, but he had more
manly look than in the picture"
=" You should write one more book" hint
ed.
"What is that!"
friends"
"Ah," he exclaimed, " it is too late now!
shall never take the pen again; have so en-
tlrely given up writing, that even my best
friends letters lie unanswered. | must have
rest. No more books now"
He referred TO the visit, week before, from
Mr.. Willis, whose letter he had just been read
ing in the Home Journal.
al am most glad" said he, that Mr.. Willis
remembers my nieces they are my housekeep-
ers and nurses they take such good care of me
that really am the most fortunate old bachelor
In the world. Yes" he repeated with merry
emphasis, "the most fortunate old bachelor in
all the world! !"
1t was delightful to witness the animation
his manner, aud the heartness of his gratitude,
as he continued TO relate how they supplied all
his wants-gave him his medicines at the right
time, without troubling him to look at the clock
for himself-called him down to breakfast
cloaked and shawled him for his morning ride
brought him his hat for his fine weather
walk--and in every possible way humored him
in every possible whim.
81 call them sometimes my nieces," he said,
" but ottener my daughters!'
AS rose to go, he brought from a corner of
the room photograph Of little girl, exhibit
ing 1t with great enthusiasm. 1t was a gift
from little child wio had come to see him
every day during his sickness. The picture
was accompanied with note, printed in large
letters, with lead pencil, by the little cores.
pondent, who said she was too young to write
He spoke with great vvocity of his childish vi
sitor. Children" said the old man, "are
great pets; | am very fond Of the little crea-
tures."
The authors studs-into which looked for
few moments before leaving-is small room,
almost Sentirely filled by the great wrting.ta-
bic and the lounge behind it. The walls are
laden with books and pictures, which evidently
are rearranged every day by some delicate
hand ; for none of the books were tumbled into
corner and no papers were lying loose upon
the table. The pen, too, was laid precisely
parallel to the edge of the nkstand-a nice:y
which only wonanly housekeeper would per.
severe to uantuin Besides, there was not
speck of dust upon carpet or cushion!
stood reverently in the little room-as if it
were a sacred place Its associations filled my
mind with as much delight as If | had been
breathing fragrance from hidden flowers On
leaving, | carried the picture vividIy in my
mind, and still Carry it the quiet, seceded
poetic haunt in which great author wrote his
greatest works
AS came away, the old gentleman bundled
his shawl about him, and stood few moments
on the steps. A momentary burst Of sunshine
fell on him through the breaking clouds. Ia
that full light he looked still less like an old
man than in the dark parlor by the shaded win
dow His form was slightly bent, but the quiet
humor of the early portraits was still lingering
in his face. lie was the same genial, gener-
Gus. merry-eyed man at II as Jarvis had paint
ed him nearly 50 years before. | wish always
TO remember him as saw him at that last mo.
ment THEODORE TILTON.