Red Wing sentinel. [volume] (Red Wing, M.T. [i.e. Minn.]) 1855-1861, 1859-12-10

SG> II III
1.-The fternoonr showed. only s few mo.
lmentary openiugsof clear sa<y;ao, that
/ Iasaw rSnNMYs1DHJ rwithduti the sum-
But nldernthes heavy clon.'G thereowas
isUHIething awe inspiring inthe' s0mbei;
views of those aga!faHds Hills with their
marry colored forests, o and. 81 Hendrix
H & ancient river stilEl flowing at
thAe feet Of the ancient palisades, 'I,r' ai
The, mansion of: SnnnYside has been
standing for twenty,threesyear ) but
when first its sharp angfed roofwedged
its way up among the branches of the
lold woods, .the!pgions was, far more a
solitude than now; for ut that time
our busy author had: secluded, himself
from almost, everybody but, one, near
)neighbor while; he has since eunwit.
1tingly4sgathered around him a little
community Of New " ork merchants,
whose 'elega amt country seats, opening
| i,t6 each other by mutual INTERVIEWING
roads, form What looks Ike one one vast
ana ttfsees estate, called on the time. ia,
|bles Of the railroads,by theI honorary
namel ot;lrvington.,eg haa ao;12pb51e
sds MIR 1Rv1NG''s lAppEAAiRX IN, e. sag'
Mr., Irving is not so, old looking as
one would expect who knew his age.
1 fancieh him as in the winter of life;
I .found9him only Units Indian summer.
He came down STAIRS. and walked
Through; the hall into the back iparlor,
with a firm and lively tread that might
]well haye made one doubt whether he
had truly attained his seventy seventh
year! ,He was suffering from asthma,
and was .mufaed against the, damp air
with1a Scotch, shawl, wrapped like a
loose lscarfi around his. neck; but as
he took his seat III the old arrncchair,
land, despite his hoarseness and troub.
led chest, began an unexpectedly vi
|vacious CONVERSATION, HE made mic al
most forget that was, the guest 81
IAN in old man long past his :: three S, score
o. WHAT He THINKS OF H1sowoRKs.9d hi
But what should one talk about
WHO had only half an hour with w ash
EiHngton Irving I'll yentnred, tie CUES
ton, ef,.x.fa f.4a,' s IN.
30" Now that yoN have laid, aside
your pen, which of your, books do you
look back upon with most pleasure ,?''
~ He Immediately replied, ~ scarcely
1 hook with full satisfaction upon any
for they do not seem what they might
have been !; ] often, wish that T .coul,
have twenty years more, to take then
down from the shelf, one by one ahe
write them oyer." 1o;Itia 1aol nj d3iv II
! sa1 HIS HABITS OF I1rERARY LABOR 4.
." He s spoke Of his daily habits Of vii
ting, before he had made the resolu
! don to- write no MORE His usua
hours of literary work were from NOR
|, ming to noon. But, though he hat
generally found his mind most vigor
Gus ia the early part of the day, Ii,
had always been, subjected to mood
i, and capricess, ana could never tell
when he took up the pen, how man,
: hours, would pass before he would Ia!
Kilt doWaL 3d9oG 9dt f,nH roirsqu2 adsl
IS Butt said he, "these caprions pc
r rioas, of1the heat and glowot compo
, sition, have been the happiest hours Q
my lite. II have never never found in any
thing outside Of til four walls Of Il,
study, any, enjoyment equal to, sitting
, at my writing;desk with a clean page
, a new themes, and s.lmind awake A..
Il .. Hiseliterary semployments, he, IRE
marked, had always been more lik,
: entertainments than tasks. folE.@i -.
4" Some writer's" says he,,e appear
Is have been Independent of moods
! Sir Walter; Scott, for instance, kat
!. great power Of writing, and could worl
!, almost atlany time so could Crabb'
: but seldom wrote well: d. ! ,remem
/ ber," said he, taking breakfast on,
morning with Rogers, Moorc ant
!, Crabbe; the conversation turned 0,
|, Byron's poetic moods; Crabbc sale
) lthat however, it might BE with Lore
q Byron. as for himself, he could writ,
. as well at one time as at another.
7 Blu" said Irving with twinkle Of hu
NOR at9recallingi the incident, ''Crabb,
f|has written q great deal that nobody
J: canaread!'' All 81 .I3saai il ba.roqsq 5'
!. He mentioned that while living ii
Paris, he went q long period witRou
LIbeing able to write. 6 7 sat. down re
|peatedly,' : said he, 6 with pen and ink
lbut could invent nothing worth put
flting on paper. AT length, II told my
!, friend Tom Moore, who dropped ii
j |one morning, that now, after long
u waiting, / had the mood, and would
f|keep it, and would work il out AS lone
,Ias Il would last, until I had! wtungt ms
4 brain dry. SO I begun to write short
l'}ly after breakfast; and continued with
fout noticing how the time was passing
1 until Moore came in again at four u
4 thef after,lo onr-whenf i had completely
elooyered, the table with freshly written
B|sheetsd Ifkept The mood almost with
.Iont interruption for sixsweeks.' ?, rnsa9q
d L asked (which of his booksewas the
Hresun aof this ffet.zy he replied
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sssslNons Of your remarked