Daily Los Angeles herald., 1879-10-08

Daniel Drew was in many re-
spects O genius. He was not only
cool, cautious, crafty financier, but
he had q thorough knowledge Of
horse flesh, and could gauge the
weight of a herd of cattle at a
glance. He was at home with
worldly men, many of whom
learned by bitter experience that
the old man was match for the
best of them; but it was among the
ministers and church members that
he shone resplendently. With a
soft voice, in language as free from
art as his soul seemed to be from
sin, and with never-changlng
smile, Uncle Dau'l always carried
his point with the professors of re.
ligion. He gave money to their
churches, and built houses of wor-
ship himself His conversation
with the church folk was always on
religious topics; but when he de-
tected in a good brother an inclina-
ton to reach out for the f1esh-pots
he gave his advice, and the good
brother did not profit by it. But
Uncle Dan'l always profited by the
good brothers credulity and sim.
pie trust.
About 1921 Daniel Drew leased
the old Bulbs Head Tavern, at the
northwest corner of Third avenue
and Twenty-fourth street. He was
then only "a years of age; but he
knew how to keep hotel. In the
rear OF the house, which is still
standing, were extensive cattle
pens, always packed with what the
drovers' landlord SCALED prime,
likely critters;" and here he laid
the foundation of his fortune. 1t
was here, according to his own
story, that he 'learned to swear.n
II can't bear profanity, young
man." he said to the writer about
ten years ago. 81 did ulster swear;
but that was afore the grace O. God
entered my heart and drew the
devil out. l DON'T say 1t in proud
like way, but L believe Pm the
only Wall street man that don't
swear; and 1 can't remember a
RAILROAD man or a steamboater that
couldn't outcuss Satan himself.
My experience has teached me that
men what gives their hearts to
money maxim and leaves the Lord
for to shift for himself always
swears.o
When Dire jay Gould, Eldridge
and James Fisk, Jr., were in exile
in New Jersey, the reporter, having
some business with the last-named,
called at Taylor's Hotel, and after
great deal of trouble in passing
the guard was admitted to the
presence. Fisk gave his visitor a
cordial greeting, and made him at
home in the front parlor. After
the business between the two had
been satisfactorily transacted the
reporter expressed desire to meet
Mr. Drew.
"Hello, Uncle Dan'l ~ Col. Fisk
shouted. "Come here, you old sim
ner.n
A tall, well.built old gentleman,
with an innocent face, stepped
from a side room and stood in the
doorway.
"WelI, Jeems," he said, in flute
like tones, "what do you want ?"
"This gentleman wants you; 1
don't. pve had q damn sight more
to do with you than was good for
me.n
Then followed the Introduction.
"Allow me to introduce Old Dan'l
Drew, the damdest old hypocritical
scoundrel that ever sung a psalm
or stole ham,"
"Jeems," Uncle Dan'l here said,
with the suspicion of a tremor in
his voice, "you oughtn't to talk
that way. Ef you don't look out,
your wine and your women and
wulgarity will git you into trou-
ble.n
With these words on his lips, the
old man walked back into his sit
ting room.
The announcement of the death
of Uncle Dan'I brought forth rem.
iniscences from many members of
the Stock Exchange yesterday.
The first appearance of Uncle Dan'l
in the street is lost In the memory
of the Oldest Spectator. But the
doings of his latter years are very
vivid in the minds of many, espec-
tally those who had happened to
he bitten. 1t is remembered that
he did not like to pay out money,
but gave a note if he could,
or a check if he was
o.