Year: 1874

Those who have seen the admirable
colored lithograph of Hildebrant's
picture know precisely how the room
looks. There was the plain table, the
writing-desk, covered with letters and
| manuscript, the little green sofa and
the same maps and pictures on the
drab-colored walls. The pictures had
been so long hanging in my own room
at home, that I at once recognized
each particular object. Seifert went
to the inner door, announced my
name, and Humboldt Immediately
appeared. He came up to me with
heartiness and cordiality which made
me feel was in the presence of
friend, gave me his hand and inquired
whether we should converse in Eng
lish or German. Your letter. said
he, twas that Of a German and you
must certainly speak the language fa-
miliarly; but am also in a constant
habit Of using English" He insisted
on my taking one end of the green
sofa, observing that he rarely sat upon
it himself; then drew up plain cane
bOttomed chair and seated himself by
it, asking me to speak little louder
than usual, as his hearing was not so
majestic old man, the line of Tenny-
son, describing Wellington, came into
my mind


| Oh, good grey head, whitehall men knew.


The first Impression made by Hum
boldts face was that of broad and
genial humanity. His massive brow,
heavy with the gathered wisdom of
nearly a century, bent forward and
overhung his breast like q ripe ear of
corn; but as you looked below it, q
pair of clear blue eyes, almost as


bright and steady as child's, met


yours. In those eyes you read that


trust in man, that immortal youth of
the heart, which made the SHOWS OF
eighty-seven winters lie so lightly on
t his head. You trusted him utterly al
l the first glance, and felt that he would
: trust you, if you were worthy of it.


had approached him with q natural


feeling Of reverence, but in five min


utes | found that loved him and thai


l could talk with him as freely as with


a friend OF my own age. His nose
. mouth and chin had the heavy Teu
, tonic character, whose genuine typ,
: has always expressed an honest sim
! plicity and directness. I was almos
3 surprised by the youthful character o
his face. / knew that he had beer
, frequently indisposed during the yea
and had been told that he was begin
: ming to show the marks of extrem
age; but should not have suspected


him of being over seventy-fve. Hi.
wrinkles were few and small, and hi
skin had smoothness and delicac,
rarely seen in old men. His hair, al


though snow white, was still abund


ant, his step slow but firm, and hi


manner active almost to restlessness


He slept but four hours out of th,


twenty-four, read and replied to hi


daily letters, and suffered no single oc
currence of the least interest in any
part of the world to escape his atten


tion. could not conceive that hi.
memory, the first mental faculty tc
show decay, was at all impaired. He
talked rapidly, with the greatest ap-
parent ease, never hesitating for 9
word. whether in English or in Ger.
man, and in fact seemed to be uncon-
scious which language he was using,
as he changed four or five times dur
ing the conversation. He did not re-
main in his chair more than ten min
utes at time. frequently getting up
ana walking about the room, now and
then opening book or pointing to a
picture to illustrate remark.-Fronl
the Life OF alexander Von Humboldt.