Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1859-12-06
3 p. e. TUESDAY DEGEMBER. 9. 1859

Anericsn Republic, and the Father i0f the
American Republic of Letter1. .f-..-..s... :, !.
oe The pslior saf ha99 thS e nkrsvieS q
e scoss aas =, &
ssr fsssis'ss'' :. - - 80 = ss'ss @ i0 .0's
ssTea, y sid he, aI know sysry nan of thsm
bet three; snd now they ars al eons. . 1shas
l"Are the portraits good!n / Inquired. oisq'
Z ssScotfsskss 90 Ne rsplfsd .fs wsIf dfxwn,
though the expression lscksI sometking Of
haft's = ths worst Eockhait, = mid hs, was
man Of very delicate Organization, but - had
amors manly look than in the picture. = :
"aoe should wFite one more book, Fl hintsdi
s.Your rsuiniscenceso Of thoss literary friends.
"Ah,n he sxelaimed, SIT u too late now. /
shall nsves take the pen sgain; have 30 en-
ffisnds' lettsrs lie unanswssed. 1 must have
rest Ns1aose books now = 2, - e e, I =
ifs rs(u I'D 70 Il . sisit, 1 week bsfore. from
Mr.. Willis, whose lstssr he had lust been read
ing in the Home Journal. ae -
81 am most glad, y said he, ssthat Mr.. Willis
remembered my nieces; they are my house,
keepers and narses; they take ssch good care
bachelor in the world 2 Yes,n he repeated
with merry emphasis, ethe most fortunate
old bachelor in AL the world ~ l,zs 4 q. 80
IL was deIightful 70 witness the animation Of
his manner, snd tho heartiness Of his graft
tude, as he continued to relate how they sup
piled ell his vsnts-gav him medicines at the
right time, without troubling him 10 look At
the clock for himself-cailed him down to
observation-disclosures and shawied him for his
morning ride--hrought him his hat for his fne
weather wzlks-and In every possible way hu-
mored him in every possible whim.
"I eAll them sometimes my nieces, u he said,
"but oftenef my aasghters.i, y, % = - 4 3,
"a "a rose e 60. ne y brOash. from corner q
ing It. with great enthusiasm It was gifr
from iittie child who bad come to see kim
every day during his sickness. The picture
was accompanied with q note, printed ii, lars q
letters, with lead pencil, by the little CORES
pondent, who said she was'too yoarg to Wfits!
He spoke With great vivacity of his childish
great pets sm ssry fond Of the little erea-
The authors study-into which I looked for
few moments before lsaying-is small room,
almost entirely flied ~ the great writing.
table and the lounge behind II. The walls are
laden with books and pictures, which evident-
y are re- e-arranged every day By some delicate
corner, and no papers were lying loose upon
the table. The pen, too, was laid precisely
parallel to the edge Of the iuk-stand- IA nioety
which only womanly housek eeper would per.
severe to maintain. Besides there was not a
speck Of dust upon carpet or cushion. gl
Istood reverently in the little room Las IL Il
were sacred place. Its associations Allied my
mind with q. much delight - II I had been
breathing fragrance from hidden flowers. On
leaving, I carried the picture Of il vividIy in
my mind. and stilIcarryi it-the quiet, secluded,
poetic haunt in which great author wrote his
greatest Norkss -. 80 n g =. q - : !
IA came asay, ths old eentlsman hsndled
his shawl about him, end stood . few moments
on the stsps. A momentary hurst Of sunshine
feii on hims through the breaking clouds. In
that fuh light he looked still less like IN old
man than IA the dark parlor By the shaded
window. His form was slightly bent, but the
quiet humor Of the early portraits was still lin.
gering in his face He was tiss saiae genial,
gsnsrous, merry-eyed man atssyenty- y-seSen a.
Jarvis had painted him nearly 6fty years before.
wish always TO remember him as ssu him at