Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-08-05

my, ind gestion, and much more from IN
somnia. Seated in his easy chair, his
loose dressing gown buttoned and hang
ing in bag gy folds about his emaclated
BODY, Mr.. Tilden gives what attention ne
can to the reading Of his secretary or oil
Miss Gould. At times his eyes seem
| about to close, and it seems as though ne
must fail asleep. This is the signal that
the time has come when he needs 10 rest,
and his careful valet, who is always
within call, lays his master gently on the
lounge that stands conveniently near.
AFTER SHORT INTERVAL
OF perfect quiet MIR. Tilden opens his eyes
and signifies a desire to sit up again. Re-
stored to his chair. he presents about the
same worn, listless and utterly debillta-
ted appearance as before. His poor, para
| lived hands hang the right one, at least
entirely helpless by his side, and mis- lower
jaw droops, leaving his mouth slightly
open aud bringing CHASTITY expression
to his thin features. The whole attitude
is one OF absolute physical detection. At
intervals his eye lights up as OF old with
| a kindly interest in the subject that is be-
ing talked about; but the strain OF con-
Centrated attention is clearly too much
for the invalid statesman, who loses IN
terest in ything that requires an effort
and needs to be diverted by frequent
! Cuhugc VI JOplC, anu " DG dIuubCu udb uS
may not fall into lethergy.
Every ounce be eats is calculated and
weighed before it is prepared and set be-
fore him. Rich soups, in inhnltesimal
quantities, supplemented with small
dradghts of creamy milk, the latter the
yield OF his famous Attorneys and Guern-
seys, together with the tenderest part of
chicken or mere mOrsel OF meat,
minced so as TO be readily masticated,
! olyot 10 Of vic mt
ingly cooked and carried to his lips by his
! attendant, frequently fail to rouse his
appetite, and are returned almost I'M
tasted. It ia matter Of comment among
his intimates that he should be able, on
so little nOurishment, to sustain life at all.
IT Is A WELL FIXED CONVICTION
in the minds OF those who know the state
OF Mr. Tilden's health that the days of
the Sage of GreystOne are numbered.
There has been marked increase IN his
feebleness, even during the last six
months, and the winter is looked forward
to with something akin to dread. ON
Feb. . OF the coming year MIR. Tilden will
be % years old. He cannot leave Grey
stone for any length of time, even in the
finest of weather, and is constantly under
the care of DR.. Simmons, who visits him
every Wednesday and Saturday.
Mr.. Tilden, in making some improve
menus recently, mad need OF Sklllful en-
gineer to lay off some ground for him back
OF his farm. One day the Governor drove
out to see how the work was getting on.
The workmen, as they usually do at his
approach, took of their hats. Mr.. Tilden
| spoke to Miss Gould, who asked the engi-
neer how the work was coming on. The
man took off his hat, walked close up to
! the side of the T-cart where Mr.. Tilden
was sitting and yelled;
Were coming on all right, GuV'nOr,"
and added in low tone of voice to him
self: "Why the devil don't he stay in the
houseH
Mr.. Tilden's eyes sparkled, and, laying
| his left hand on the sleeve, motioned Tor
| him to put his ear down to his mouth, and
| in quiet voice said:
| Only hearing is very good"
The mans face was a picture--white 9.
! red, then white again. Then, tImidly lit
ing his eyes to the Governors face, he
took off his hat and asked his pardon.
| Mr.. Tllden simply smiled and motioned
| Tor Riley to drive on.