Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-07-12

His income at times has reached rs high as
Sl5.OOO year. but he has not been mean in his
living and money has been to him always what
1t wonld represent in happiness to his family
aud friends.
In 1865 lie married and his family consists
now of his wife, a daughter married in New
York, with two children, and "a son, George
Alfred. jr., at school in Pennsylvania His wife
is just the woman he should have for she
makes his friends her friends, and with the
cheeriest spirit in the world, the brightest black
eyes, the merrlest laugh, the ruggedest health.
she Keeps his home an open house tor the
young and old, for the grave and gay, thew
both delight to have around them.
AS COLLECTOR.
In all his wanderings he has been a great
collector of odds and ends, and he has also not
overlooked the things Of value He has in his
library not less than 1909 volumes, valued at
$4,000. including some rare old books, worth
their weight in gold; on the walls he has prob
ably 800 pictures, collection now impossible
to be duplicated. There are paintings in water
and OIL. old masters, modern artists, etchings
old prints, engravlngs on wood and steel and
copper and stone. chromos, cOlOred prints.
everything, IN fact, that one could imagine.
and they are scattered about in every nook and
Granny OF the place where there is wall space.
ii may except alone the dutch oven" He
has about him verltable museum, and week
might be probably spent in study OF these
quaint. curious and beautiful specimens.
Mr.. Townsend Is still young man, with a
constitution of iron and capacity for work
which seems not less vigorous than in his
youth. he Is only at Gaplaad a portion of his
time, but when there he is up with the sun
always, and Oh horse back chases the dew from
the leaves along the country roads until break
fast time. lie Is good liver, and his larder
and his cellar are always loaded with the best
A DIue-cVgd lpaVy-Sat ,la 4,
mustache and a strong growth of hail, in which
no ashes OF the years have yet fallen, he is not
at all unhandsome, but If any one should COM
pllment him on his good looks think he would
wonder what the object OF the fattery was
No better conclusion of the whole matter
concerning the man, his feelings, his work and
his home can be arrived at than will be found
in these lines, taken without his permission or
knowledge from an album OF photographs of
Gapland In which he had inscribed them:
Like hyacnths in glass they grow
grew tins house and none did know;
They wonder yet what pains took
To build my house UT write my book;
Is regulations SENSE to ye1;
Aud authors chuckle when they look
10 see nunosknh read their book
Adventure saw this spot
And freaks their forms devised
Crowds gave to me this grot,
And Want this authorized;
II Wisdom more requires
Go ask now mountains grew:
Who lit the earthquake fires
Or dropped the globe with dew.
When to Duitd DegAn,
/ treIabled like a viIf,
Who would baby plan.
when " .ddlng TO some churit
But afterward delights
Whenever more are born.
So solemn the nights.
So Growing is the morn
Here Is the nook
Before It's form could be;
And thought some sylvan lay
Would made il Arcade:
Set now know calm wight.
The muses. are not elves.
aud what we nobly write
Is never for ourselves.
The Devil aye intrudes
In mountain top and cloud
And the Beatitutles
Nere spoken To the crowd
This IS the place where 1 should b.
In literary soiSeHcy;
But kuIEOr hires for a TRUMP
And makes my mind = daily dunlpf
have the house To be q man,
But dwell - homeless as can
How can keep my house aud get
When letters arr but gazetaef
lordi spirit Tinei whate'er thou art.
raissIate this folly OF my heart
10 mean that when xe come 10 Are
My shVp shall be my heritage. WILL.