The life of Horace Greeley, editor of "The New-York tribune" : from his birth to the present time . for the last tiirie on that piazza, the scene of peaceful triumph, where, as Political Gazetteer, he had often gi information that he alone, of all the town, could give ; where,as political partisan, he had often brought an antagonist to extrem-ities ; where, as oddity, he had often fixed the gaze and twisted theneck of the passing peddler. And was there no demonstration of feeling at the departure ofso distinguished a personage ? There was. But it did not takethe form of a silver
The life of Horace Greeley, editor of "The New-York tribune" : from his birth to the present time . for the last tiirie on that piazza, the scene of peaceful triumph, where, as Political Gazetteer, he had often gi information that he alone, of all the town, could give ; where,as political partisan, he had often brought an antagonist to extrem-ities ; where, as oddity, he had often fixed the gaze and twisted theneck of the passing peddler. And was there no demonstration of feeling at the departure ofso distinguished a personage ? There was. But it did not takethe form of a silver dinner-service, nor of a gold tea ditto, nor of apiece of plate, nor even of a gold pen, nor yet of a series of r-eso-lutions. While Horace sat on the piazza, talking with his oldfriends, who gathered around him, a meeting of two individualswas held in the corner of the bar-room. They were the landlordand one of his boarders ; and the subject of their deliberationswere, an old brosvn overcoat belonging to the latter. The land-lord had the floor, and his speed was to the following purport:—72. [young GREELEYS ARRIVAL IN NEW YORK.] HORACE LEAVES POULTNEY. 73 He felt like doing something for Horace before he went. Horacewas an entirely unspeakable person. He had lived a long time inthe house; he had never given any trouble, and we feel for himIS for our own son. Now, there is that brown over-coat of cold on the canal, all the summer, in the mornings and even-ings. Horace is poor and his father is poor. You are owing mea little, as much as the old coat is worth, and what I say is, let usgive the poor fellow the overcoat, and call our account feeling oration was received with every demonstration of approval, and the proposition was carried into effect forthwith. Thelandlady gave him a pocket Bible. In a few minutes more, Horacerose, put his stick through his little red bundle, and both over hisshoulder, took the overcoat upon his other arm, said Good-by,to
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