Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1884-03-27
No. Al
HORACE GREELEY.
Anecdotes About Him and His Wife
"A Somewhat Uncomfort-
= able Domestic Life.
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New \ Ork Cor. DetrOG lTlUunc.
It seems to me that the time has come when
tho truth about Horacs Greeley's domestic
life can bs told without seriously hurting
anybodys feelings. 1t has been whispered
around New York agood many years, and
perhaps will be less likely to be exaggerated
and misunderstood if put in plain type. His
domestic life was unfortunate and uncomfort-
able. and this was partly the result and
partly the cause of his own eccentric habits.
Sidney Howard Gay, one of The Tribune's
best editorial managers III those old days. in
sists that Horace Greeley is myth, like Her.
cules, Diana, Hebe and Mrs Harris. "There
never was any such man." he said to ME
awhile ago. "Wken the truth is known it
will be seen that tho Horace Greeley of popu.
lar fancy never existed, and that the real
Horace Greeley was person Of attributes
Numerically the reverse think he is mis-
taken here, and that the real Greeley, though
somewhat different from the ideal Greeley, IS
assllredly the same individual.
In the fall of 1861 came here to engage
Mr.. Greeley to 60 to Washington and lecture.
Inquiry at The Tribune office took mo to his
house on Nineteenth street. l rang long and
repeatedly, and at last a lady came down
stairs to the door with sleeves tucked briskly
up her arm, and her hair twisted to knot
on top Of her head. The following converse.
ton took place:
as Mr.. Greeley ina'
ale is not"
ado you know where he Isl"
81 do not. He is not stopping here now"
@Can see Mrs. Greeley!"
"You dol am Mrs. Greeley"
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Mr.. Greeley come home
sometimes"
occasionally He has not been home this
week."
"Do you know where he is stoppinga"
81 do not. He stopped at the Everett house
last week"
l went down to that hotel and inquired.
They said he was ut the New York hotel, and
there l found him raging up and down his
room and storlning over pile Of dispatches
on the table. seemed de trop, and inquired
what was the matter.
"Matter?" he repeated in his high falsetto
voice, "enough, should think; battle ycster.
day at Pittsburg Landing; rebels whipped us,
of course. Our soldiers are being driven into
the Tennessee to-day. Our generals are
drunk. Buell. ought to be shot and Grant
ought to be hurg!'
After while he quieted down sufficiently
to enable mo to do my erraud and take my
leave.
have met lady this week who was init.
n,ately acuuaint,l with the Greeley HOUSE,
hold for twenty years.
"Alrs. Greeley" ghe says, cha not the
knark of making n hcmc. Sho was always
clean, bat never neat-never neat in appear
ance, | mean because she was always wash.
ing something AMI always disheveled. !
have seen her tako her chill lren without q
garment on them out into the street and
pump water on them to wash them. When
was there one day the servant washed out
m apron of her own and hung it out to dry.
Mrs Greeley jumped up, seized a carving
knife, rushed out AMI cut out til, piece of the
line containing the apron, and flung it to the
girl, saying How dare you hang your apron
on tn. same line with my baby's clothesf
There was neatness for you.
"Yet whom they lived on Nineteenth street
she kept three gouts in the house for the chill.
dren to play with, AMI when | let one of my
servants s. there to live she came running
back to me tho next day. saying, Il won't live
there nliss,ls nevern asked what was tho
matter. Sure, I Lave no bed at ALL but must
just bunk down on the pie of hay they got
for the goats"
"Mr. Greeley asked me ore Sunday to come
with him. went and when got therA
there was a fraoas going Oh in the vestibu!u
he and his wife and the children and tho
goats were all mixed up together.
"'lhe question is said Mr. Greeley,
'whcther tho goats shall go up Broadway
with us. Mother insists that l shan't go to
church unless go at the head of procession
of eli dren and goats. That seems more like
a secular following. l b lievo we got off at
laso without them, though Mrs Greeley said,
Its only your cussed PRIDE"
MIS-. Greeley hal an antipathy for kid
gloves-she would never put them on. l re-
member a bout she ha with Margaret
Fuller on this subject We all met on the
street, and instead of saying good morning
or some such human salutation, Mrs. Greeley
touched Margaret's hand with u little shudde'
EVIL SsaiH% H%naSk Ski9 kd5 ct Rahtf ihthffa }ssds..
tonshel maiden from Maine. Silk, sad
Mrs Greeley, reaching OUT her hand. Mar.
caret Just touched it AMI shu idered, crying
sEntrails of worm! entrailI of worm!
81 was once i'll a stage with Mrs. Greeley,
going up Madison avenue When she suddenly
pulled the strap, whisked a tin pail out from
under her shawl, and, reaching it ont to the
Rev. Dr. Brett, in the other end of the bus,
ont please and run to that bakery on the cor
uranl get 2 cents' worth Of yeast' Mr..
Bret, laughed. but he good naturelly got out
went to the shop AMI brought back the COW
etel bread ex!4illrato', t"e driver waiting
mrant;lnc, his serenity broken only by
smile.
"When Mr. Brett returned he anded tho
little pail to Mis-. Greeley, with remark
that the bread was evidently kreaded, to
which she replied, 'H-m!-old joke!
"Shc was very eccentric-Mrs. Greeley
was He once tol NJ, that the day before,
willie goin. down to Staten island OH tho
ferry boat, she walked calmly up to passen-
ger who was smoking, sna clel the cigar out
of his mouth, an flung it overheard. ex-
pectei to be knocked down Oh tho spot that
minute, said Mr.. Greeley"
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