The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1874-02-14
aBE JUST AND FEAR NOT!
RICHMOND,

lkOm u0B peCO116f tOlCO, WHICH WIS
quite thin and pitched upon . high
key, and in his later years, 'turned
towards childish treble"
In his last sickness he very fore
IDLY illustrated Pope's well known
line of the
"Ruling passion strong in DEATH"
His physician came in an even
ing or two before he died, and
asked him how he was feeling.
s'Shant live till morning" said
the Colonel feebly.
/ "Oh, yes. I think you will; you
don't seem to be very near your
end" 5ia 8 g.
eyes, I am" piped4 4he Colonel.
The Doctor then f. Of his ieet,
and finding them quite warm. said:
Il think there is no immediate
danger"
'1Can't help it; shan't live till
morning" persisted the sick man.
But" said the Doctor, "your
extrelnities are warm, Colonel.
Did you ever know one to be very
near dying whose feet were as warm
as yoursi" 8l
"That's nothing to do with it.
I shan't live till morning" wheez-
ed out the Colonel, MS if he were
determined to die. 49,
"You are quite unreasonable,
Colonel" gently interposed the
Doctor. Il never knew man to
be very near his end whose feet
were as warm as yours. -
"Well, I have
"Who, pray" 2
Turning towards the Doctor,
with q droll twinkle in his eyes, he
1aboringly gasped out John
ANECDOTES OF T. B. READ
There was always q splendid boy.
ishness about Mr.. Read. In life he
was the life and light of every circle
which his presence graced. His
sparkling puns were the stock in
trade of the Cincinnati clubs, and
his witty repartees the talk in
American literary and army circles.
Once at the meeting of the Gin
cinnati Sketch Club it was custo-
mary to give out practical texts
from Longfellow, Whittier, or Ten
nyson to be illustrated by the ar
lists. On one occasion the lines
from Evangeline- a
s.And every house an inn, where
each guest was welcomed and
feasted," fell to Mr.. Read. It was
such queer passage that the art
ists [Frankenstein, Theodore Jones.
and Kellogg all looked at Read as
much - to say, sNow You have got
. puxzler!" In few moments the
poet 1Etist finished HI sketch
aWhat have you got, Reada" they
asked.
".And every house was on inn,
hesrepeated, and then held up o
picture Of Crestline, with two trains
arriving, while everybody was ring.
ing bells, whanging gongs, and
crying dinner, DINNER, DINNER!! "
While in New Orleans, Sheridan
invited Read to come and see him.
For several days Phil. and Read
run the town, and then the Gen
eral got up q big dinner to the
honor of the poet. at this dinner
were the wit, blood, and beauty
of the Crescent City. Puns, repar-
tee, and sauce anecdote held carni
val. It was Wallack and Miss Jen.
nings in the morning CALL" each
struggling to say the best thing.
| After q few courses, and Phil. had
toasted the historian of the 'ride,
Read leaned forward and took hold
OF an empty decanter of sherry.
i ssNow," said the poet holding
the decanter bottom upward, "thia
is sherry done, but I propose to fill
sherry done!" Phil. Sheridan ].
Then he handed the decanter to
the waiter.
| Speaking of Kirby Smiths defeat
of Banks and capture of his suffers
supplies and camp chests, Read
} said Smith was like Pharoah'f
daughter.
4 s'How?' asked Sheridan.
"Why, because he found a little
profit in the rushes on the Banks!
Once Probasco, and Jo. Long.
worth, and Grosbeck, or some o.
.. those rich Cincinnatians who have
! splendid art galleries, asked Reads
advice about buying Frankenstein'i
| Niagara. rt.F.af. ros~
why, yes" says Head s'if I hai
the money I d go by it right off"
;: Once the poet was dining at th'
writer's sisters in Cincinnati. TIL,
handsome General Hooker wal
J there, with his uniform all begrim
ed with smoke from ninety cannon
at Nashville, and on the same sid
!. was the holnely Sherman, whom
. Mark Twain said smiled once ant
broke q saucer-smiled again, ant
; smash went q plate-and Mrs. Gen
, Lander, whose gallant Fred hat
! given up . Generals life at Ricl
: Mountain.
The ride was the agony in Gin
! cinuati then, SO they asked Read t.
, read it Mrs. Lander said she ha(
, never heard the poet read it.
, HtNow, do read it, Mr.. Read-dt
|, favor Mrs. Lander!" urged nay sis
? ter, handing the poet the book.
ct wish did favor Mrs. Lander!
3 replied Read, as quietly as if he hat
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