Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1879-09-29
GENERAL GRANTS MOTHER.
Interview With Mrs. Jesse Grant, Rec
Elections Of Her Son.
New York Graphic.l

new lOrk Oraphlc.l
This morning a Graphic reporter
called upon Mrs. Jesse Grant, the
venerable mother of the ex- President,
who makes her home with her daugh-
ter, Mrs. Corbin, in Jersey City. The
Corbin residence is a pleasant frame
house with a broad veranda, looking
down upon beds of brilliant SALIVA and
and scarlet geraniums, mingled with
dusty millers and foliage plants. 1t
stands on Payonia avenue, not far
from the courthouse. In response to
card, Mrs. Grant soon entered the
handsome parlor into which the repor
ter had been ushered, and seated her
self in an armchair of crimson vel
vet, which threw into strong relief her
slender figure draped in black, and
the pale, rather delicate features
framed in puffs Of silvery white hair,
shaded by dainty cap of lace. In
response to an inquiry as to when she
expected her son, Mrs. Grant said
Indeed, the newspapers seem to
know more about it than we do. At
least, so Mr.. Corbin says. For myself
| never read any paper but the Chris
tian Advocate, published in Gin
cinnati."
And is that because the paper is
religious or from Cincinnati 2" the
reporter ventured to iaquiFe.
Well said the lady smiling,
principally because it is religious,
though | am very much inclined to
Ike anything from Cincinnati. You
know have,lived in Ohio most of the
timG since | was a girl of twenty. and
so many Of my old friends live there
that my heart clings to it, she con-
cluded with tear -dimmed eyes.
But most of your family are here?"
Yes" answered Mrs. Grant
frightening up, land now l have ten
grandchildren, one great -grandchild
and my own four children. Once |
had six, but the son next to Ulysses
died number of years ago, and when
he was prospering finely, and then my
dear daughter Clara passed away.
There is a picture of her." continued
the old lady, pointing with pride to
large portrait in oil Of young girl.
perfect brunette, and though not
beautiful in figure, having a strong
Expressive face. Then resumed
Mrs. Grant, there is my daughter,
| Mrs. Cramer, who lives in Denmark
her husband occupies government
Eposition, you know. She has lovely
| little daughter; and here are some Of
her (Mrs. Cramer's) painting" The
paintings we're landscapes Of foreign
and home scenery, some of them of
considerable merit.
You are very proud of your chill
dren?" remarked the reporter.
Yes, said the old lady, with a sat.
isfed smile, they are pretty good,
take them on the whole, but it's no
easy thing to bring up a family"
The writer, having only made the
experiment theoretically, agreed, and
inquired what sort of a baby Ulysses
was.
well, very fair, though l don t
know as he was any different from the
rest of them, but people seem to think
I'll say so now. He was always
steady, serious sort of boy, who took
everything in earnest; even when he
played he made a business of it,"
You expect to see him soon?"
Yes, my grandsons Ulysses and
Jesse have gone to San Francisco to
meet him. They think he will arrive
on Saturday. Then he is coming
through East. | hear they have got
his house in Galena that the folks
there gave him all in readiness, even
to the servants, but" she continued,
bridling up little, II know he will
come first to see his mother"
Where will he reside this winter?'
Maybe in Washington, maybe in
New York, maybe in Philadelphia.
maybe-but, dear me, there are lots of
places to live in, and there's no telling
what he will do. One thing | do
know, though, and that is he and Mrs.
Grant will be glad to have a rest.
You see, the Europeans like fighting
men, and they have been feasting and
dining him until, | expect, the poor
boy is clear worn out.
Then you won't approve of any
demonstrations here ?"
No, indeed, we are not a demon
strative family" said the sweet old
lady; None of us care a penny for
all the demonstrations in the world"
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