New-York tribune., 1911-02-05
AnglO-American Memories
THE LATE Mr.. JUNIUs S. MORGAN
Copyright. 1911. by George w sr

oiier 'han being whirled along in a post
Nn"ise or phaeton.
inside the house there were pictures
anu tapestries and other works OF art.
NN' not TOO many. In a frame hanging
OH the wall in the drawing room was a
p'eoe OF Spanish embroidery, lustrous
Win o'd gold l think of the sixteenth
century from some monastery. or more
pi"oaoiy church. Of CASTLE thing
very lovely in itself, which had a
fascination for its owner. II YOU noticed
you would see his eyes turn often 70
thls and to one or another picture. To
MN they were all friends Dover House
was not museum, as Princes Gate was
then beginning to be and has long since
become. It's treasures were not there for
show. but because they were treasures
and because Mr.. Morgan. as ! was say
ing, loved beautiful things.
Perhaps he was himself the most
beautiful thing in Dover House The
grave, strong beauty Of his head was re-
markable, with the great sweep Of the
head. broad and high. the eyes full Of
light; the face ending in an immovable
jaw. all will. the mouth none the less
kindly and the lips smiling. When he
gave YOU his hand you knew whether he
thought you friend or not. Distinction
in every line and movement; man used
TO giving orders and having them
obeyed; taking decisions quickly and
taking the right ones. He had fought
the long fight and won It; with a life
behind him Of accomplished purpose and
unbendng integrity.
I dined there often. sometimes alone
sometimes with company. Mr.. Morgan
was one Of those hosts who knew how 10
take care Of his guests without seeming
to. He carried his simplicity Of de-
meanor into every part of life. There
vas no effort. but things went on as he
meant them to. AS a rule. he talked or
anything but business; topics never
failed him. nor considered views. once
or twice I have seen him angry. and he
showed his anger by a sudden restraint
him to be. like the husband of Elizabeth
I'm her German Garden. Man Of Wrath
but il was not allowed to appear in
these circumstances. He liked To find
out what his guests cared for and liked
to surprise them, or perhaps 10 see
whether they were capable Of surprises.
I said something one day at dinner about
the champagne.
You think it good
ITS a wonderful wine"
DO YOU know what IT is?'
NO"
"Perrier Jouet Of 1863: and very
nearly the last Of 1t. I am no longer
allowed to drink IL, but there will be
bottle for you whenever you come"
Then he said he had once asked one
Of the great champagne merchants at
Rheims what ne thought the best cham
pagne ever known in the market: Next
after your own. Of course" The great
man answered:
There's no question Of mine, or Of
anv other. We all agree that the finest
wine ever produced in Champagne was
the Perrier Jouet Of 1860. The best Of
the 74s don't touch it,"
To me. as 10 everybody, in great mat
ters and in less. Mr.. Morgan was as good
as his word. Tie bottle Of Perrier Jouet
was always there. He himself drank
ONLY a fiSGnc. II there were other guests
il was the same The butler used always
10 say to me as he filed my glass: 1T
is the wine Mr. Morgan ordered for you,
sir"
The accident which caused his death
as he was driving on the Riviera may
be set down 70 whatever authority is re-
sponsible for the road building in that
part Of the world. The csuseway ended /
In a gutter on either side, cut sharply /
away from the road not deep but more /
than enough 70 upset carriage. Mr. I
Morgan stood up in his victoria, the /
horses swerved the wheels went over /
the edge. he was thrown out, and that /
" as the end He was. I think, seventy /
.hree or seventy-four. but the fate which /
robbed him Of the years rightfully re-
TO him was none the less cruel; /
10 him and 10 his friends 6. W. 6.