Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-06-27
Another Man Sees Tilden and
Goes WattersOn One Better,

Another man has visited Tilden, and
reports his condition to a Denver
paper. The name Of the man is George
L. Miller, NJ. d. The account that he
gives Of the old man is even more sat.
islactory than that which we have re-
ceived from Watterson. We quote:
"Watterson met us at the door.
complaining of a lame back. He had
bowled ten pins with Mr.. Til1en till a
late hour the previous night, and was
completely used up. L rolled small
balls, said Watterson, and he rolled
big ones. To day am as sore as a
felon, while he is as spry as cat. The
herculean physique of the man is mar.
velous, Mr.. Tllden showed us over
his house. 1t is seven stories high.
and before | reached the attic | was
so blown and weak in the knees thai
Mr.. Tilden had to take hold of my
arm and boost me along. Mr.. Wat
terson stopped on the fourth
floor to recuperate on bottle of
brandy the grand old statesman
had thoughtfully placed there by
way Of refreshment. AS we decended.
Mr.. Tilden playfully slid down the
balustrade-a favorite pastime of his,
as he informed me. We then entered
the library, which is filed with book
cases stored with the choicest litera-
ture. The walls we're adorned with
portraits of Mr.. Tilden's ancestors
and what magnificent looking men
they were tol Never before had seen
such splendid specimens of healthful
manhood. Mr.. Tilden told us about
them, and | was surprised to learn
that none of them had died before
reaching the mature age of lis years.
| could not help noting the marked
resemblance Mr.. Tilden bore his
grand old ancestors. Supper be-
ing announced, we were shown into a
spacious reiectory. Mr.. Watterson
complained of weak stomach, and
contented himself with some fruit
| partook heartily of a mutton
chop and griddle cakes Mr.. Tilden s
appetite astsunded me. By way Of
whetting it he first bit a ten penny
nail In two. Sir, said l, you have
remarkable teeth He laughingly reA
piled, Poor teeth, George, are the
foot prints Of time l shall never
forget that epigram to my dying day.
He then partook of three eggs in a
glass of sherry, after which followed
10 rapid succession a porterhouse
steak, four mutton chops, pork ten i.
derloin, two plates of cucumbers, a
dish of lyOnais potatoes and a half
dozen batter cakes, the whole washed
down with a glass of fine old three>
star brandy. Then l thought I'M
derstood how the glorious sample of
manhood before me came by his
sturdy strength and vivacious
spirits. We adjourned to the gymna
sium--a spot MIR. Tilden regards
almost as tenderly as he does his be-
loved library. After dallying with
one hundred pound dumb bell much
as | would toy with a bead bag, our
sprightly host put on the boxing
gloves with Watterson. He had the
naughty Kentuckian foored in two
minutes.
Mr.. Watterson was overcome by
the emotions of awe that surged
through his bOsomI he was too full for
utteranoe. At IL o'clock we were
again in the library. We did not light
the gas; we sat in the cleaning and
talked literature and art and science
aud then, by the dim light of the coal
fire in the crate, Mr.. Tilden read to
US from Millions Paradise Lost in
rich. full. clear tones"