The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-04-21
TWO GEORGES--PRENTICE
 AND TRAIN.

One afternoon about twenty-two or three years ago, deb0a0are young gentleman walked into the editorial rooms of the old Louisville Journal and asked to see Mir. Prentice. He was clad in handsome blue broad cloth coat of the swallow tail style, with smooth and glittering brass but tons. His trousers were of black doe- skin, his shoes shiny, patent leather, his vest of some heavy buff material over which his coat was buttoned so that it doubled in front, and showed an inch or two below the front of the coat; and in his hand he carried rich-looking soft hat. His hair was black, wavy and plentiful, and his upper lip was cov- cred with & luxuriant and well-kept moustache. Altogether there was an air of elegant negligence about him. The man was over the medium height and build, and presented card which bore the words George Francis Train. CtUis Amertcdaus Sum-"
 Being then Mir. Pcntice's amanuen- sis and private secretary, presented Mir. Train to the immortal George D., wit, poet and editor. Train seemed to be little staggered. l presume he expected to see large, imposing and severe man and he beheld Ia lean and slippered pantaloon." MT. Prentice was peculiarly slouchy man then, in his dress, and altogether careless of his personal appearance. Indeed, be- lieve he never had been "dressy." His hair, which had once been jet black, fell on his shoulders and even about his cheeks, well mixed with gray, and his whitening beard, which was also very long and which covered nearly all of his face, except the nose, eyes and forehead, was tied as close up as possible with cotton twine and his cars were stuffed with cotton. To- bacco juice stained his vest and he had a habit of using his fingers for paste brush and of wiping them on his pan taloons. He had taken of his long, black frock-coat and replaced 1t with brown, somewhat ragged and alto gether disreputable- looking old yarn pea jacket, or what was commonly called, in Kentucky, "warmus." On the table near him stood his hat. This was a slouch with a tall crown and 1t answered the place of pockets in his clothes, which sort of receptacles he never used. He carried in his hat everything that other men carry in their pockets, and more too. Being unable to write more than a word or two at time with his own hand, he would, with both of his trembling, writers palsy stricken hands make out to scratch memoranda of such things as he desired to consider, upon the margins of newspapers, and these lit- tie bits he would throw into his hat for future reference. He usually had the old felt about half full of them. He also carried his pocket knife, pen cils, scissors, keys, etc, in the hat, and I have often seen him, absent -miDd- edly, drop well-masticated qnid of tobacco into it instead of throwing the told soldier" away.
 This was the famous editor, the su- thor of "The Life of Henry Clay; ," the champion and bosom friend of aPrince Harry of the West" during the latter's glorious and brilliant cs- reer as . statesman; the writer of 1The Closing Year," and other grand poems; the man whose keen wit, caus- tic sarcasm, eloquence, and terse epi- grammatic force drove giants before him with his pen. Yet his quiver was filled with arrows of all sizes, from the quill of the eagle to that of the humming- bird, and he could indite fierce philiipie, in prose, or tune his sentences to . sweet and tender song of sympathy or love, In poetry.
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