St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-02-19
NEARING THE SHORE.
The Conclusion of the Sketch as 1t
Was Brought Down.

The events of Gen. Sibley's latter life
are too familiar to our readers to need
recapitulation in this connection. All
the honors that his admiring country
men have been capable of bestowng
have been shoWered upon him. The
grand old hero remains with us, but is
patiently waiting the landing of the
boat on the eternal shores. His biog-
rapher. who has drawn beautiful plct-
ure of his home life, says:
And here, in this home of neatness
and comfort, he lives. and makes well
come his friends and his guests, the re-
ceiver at times of men of distinction.
who, jOurneying westward or eastward,
tarry a moment to call and salute "the
man of the state" TO see him in phi
vate life one would scarce take him 10
be the Indian hunter of fifty years ago.
There is not a line of the rough, tie
rude or the coarse about him. His be-
nevolent face and pleasing expression,
his generous disposition, refined man
ners, with great trmness of Will, while
yet obliging, sociable, kind, alike at
tract and impress. No man would dare
to be unduly familiar or impOlite. And
yet his spirits are buOyant and some
times playful, though changing again to
the solemn and serious side of life. lie
is mindful of what is due, not only to
personal respect, but to the ties of
blood, the habits of friendship, and the
obligations imposed by attentions of
Understanding his visits, however. in
later years, to the narrower circle of
ong-cherished and older friends. n :
An early riser, impatient for tibet du-
ties of the day, and burdened with a
I&i IL, e l,nt oIy II.
ing meal and haStenS to his work. He
of the east side of the GLOBE building
is the place in which he transacts his
business. A modest room, it is yet in
tereSting in various respects. One en-
tering, during the hours OF business,
will find the general, gold spectac
les on, seated in front of his large
desk, crowded with papers and
letters and files, busy at work. On
the top of the desk rests the Princeton
diploma. 70 the right and high on the
wall hangs splendid Oil portrait of the
charming daughter of Mrs. s. Nc
Knight, a chef d'euvre de beaute,
painted by her mother, one of the most
accomplished women and artists, of the
day. COntrasted with this. on the wall
at the left of the desk, hangs the large
crayon of 'Old Betz," character well
known, an Indian captive redeemed by
Gen. Sibley from the grasp of Little
Grow. Two large pictures, one the
''EXecu ton of the 1iirty-eight In
dians," the other president Cleveland
and His Cabinet" besides water color
of "Sioux Scalplng Chippewa"
serve also to vary the decoration. A
fac-simile of the last trembling signature.
of the dying German emperor, Will
lam, the photographs of two Indians,
Medicine Bottle" and "Shakopee,"
with the last steel engraving of him.
self, sum up the ornaments of this
last laboratory of the prince of pioneers.
Conducted to this spot every morning,
save Sunday, he performs the duties
that call for his presence. In his mod
est vehicle behind his old but grand
white horSe"-an object of attraction
to the city-hiS faithful "John,''a Swede
devoted to his master, drives him daily
to the office, and shortly after the mer-
idian returns him to his mansion. And
thus, day follows day, in swift success
sion, the years revolving, and Fastening
to its last and narrow house the form
now beginning to bend with age and
soon to be removed from the land of the
living.
mos. nostraque, debemur morti..
is written on all sublunary things, and
on the Hottest of men.
Down to the tomb
Your heads must comet
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet aud blossom in the dust!'